The Torn Prince Thirteen Ghosts Novels & Stories

Sleep was a distraction from his desires. He did fall asleep quickly, but the next day, there were still bodies to be found. It was in the same condition as the bodies of the girls Erwin had killed. And everyone swore Erwin was the murderer (but of course, they didn't say it openly). "But I fell asleep that night, I swear. How could I wake up and kill people if I was asleep?" Erwin thought. One of the witnesses, a harem doorman, gave his testimony: "The prince looked strange that night. He walked like a drunk. And his eyes... his eyes were completely purple... It was like his blue eyeballs were taken out of place and replaced with purple crystals. I think... a demon or something possessed th

I inhaled sharply, willing my body to still as the hot claw that had rustled through my blonde hair and gripped wrenched back hard enough that tears sprung to my eyes as I saw the blurry lines of their ugly faces. They were dark wolves of them, shadowlings that had been skewered by Gobar’s magic, their snots elongated more than normal with beady black eyes that missed nothing. I heard the sound of more footsteps as another minotaur-like shadowling peered over me, licking his black lips before scrunching up his nose. “Y-you can't eat me, I-I’m a prince, a king! The King of the three cities!” I stammered after retrieving my tongue from the back of my throat.

And as he spoke, he would break down in tears. "Elizabeth… I know I was wrong. Will you wake up and look at me one more time? Or… should I come find you instead?" He drank the concoction of eclipse herb from the glass. Kael had once told me that vampires were nearly immortal—almost impossible to kill. And the eclipse herb was one of the few things that could end them. It would turn him human for three days… before burning him to nothing. Pressing his face against mine, tears streaming down, he whispered, "Elizabeth… can you wait for me?"

The olive-skinned witch sat in a runic circle of violet-incensed candles, chanting steadily, her voice low and resonant, muttering words in Greek, Gaelic, and Lykubian. Most heartbreakingly, the translucent ghost of the crown prince teetered on the edge of death. A ragged sob ripped from my chest, and I shook my head again and again. My mate laid as still as a corpse. No flesh. No breath. No life. Already gone. “His soul is faintly there.” Marlena, dressed in a black tunic and jeans, paused her craft as I staggered inside. Scattered around her were small relics, three pyramid crystals, and an enormous black book splayed open.

“Ple-ease, she’s just a little girl—” “She is your failure, and—mine.” He snapped. The room seemed to throb with shadows. Something more sinister than before stirred behind his cloak. It was neither a beast nor magic. It was him. A ghost. Once a brother to the King’s Court. Now, a phantom king of broken thrones and cursed souls. He inhaled deeply, the burn of rage simmering beneath his skin. “No more hounds. No more cursed beasts. No more hiding behind spells and pawns.”

For this reason, it was willing to take a risk of its life! In the Abyss of Holy Devil. Caspian killed Blood Thorn Princess before leaving. However, not long after he left, Caspian sensed numerous ghost shadows chasing after him! These ghosts cried and howled, which could disturb the Taoist Heart! Caspian looked cold and turned to kill these ghosts. Bang! The ghost shadows were numerous, but they couldn't withstand the strong Caspian and killed a ghost shadow with one punch. Even if there were many ghost shadows secretly following, they were still killed by Caspian in a few moves!

do you think you can run away from me?” it was a voice from no where. Jewel feet trembled in fear. She knew that she needed to run but she did not know which direction she needed to run towards. “i am everywhere”said the voice again” who are you?“cried Jewel. He appeared from nowhere. It was the man that had emerged from the shadow. “I thought it would be nice to scare you a bit before I introduce my self. It is one of my bad habits” he said. “How can you see me?I am a ghost” said Jewel. “Have you not heard about me? asked the man. This question puzzled Jewel. She did not know if she ought to have known anything about him or not. She wondered if it would cost her for not knowing who he was

Hawke and Xander Hawke together said, “So what , we have not done anything to you so why have you brought us here.” Ghost snapped, “You think you can fool us? How dare you and your son threaten my father! Have you forgotten that Mr. Thornfield has a daughter? Her name is Elara Thornfield.” Mr. Hawke stammered, “What… what are you saying?” Ghost smirked. “Yes, you guessed right. I am Elara Thornfield. I am also a Ghost. And anyone who learns this secret has no right to live in this world.”

Tiny specks of dust seemed to dance in the shaft of afternoon sunlight that slanted through the window. Prince Stormie and his teammates were still on their toes, trying to hunt and capture the vampires as well Meanwhile, the struggles for wealth continue as well between the five guards who disobeyed the orders of the prince and decided to go on their way looking for what is not even looking for them. Don't allow me to hear that nonse three of you just uttered, hope is clear. I am a ghost, and I know the reasons why I was given this name by my friends as well. I'm very fast in terms of fights and also the type of skills I display as well when fighting in the war field.