The Torn Prince Thirteen Ghosts Novels & Stories

I had never seen him like this. Not even beneath the mountain. Not even when the smiling creature emerged. "Renn." The old man didn't answer. "Renn!" Finally he looked at me. The fear in his eyes made my blood run cold. "The Thirteen Kings." Lightning flashed again. The Grave Legions continued marching. Relentless. Endless. "What are the Thirteen Kings?" Renn laughed. A broken sound. The laugh of a man discovering things could always become worse. "They ruled before history."

He stood straight with a serious face as he began his explanation. "Ghosts are the souls of dead humans who... well, aren't ready to rest in peace. They don't have powers. All they can do is move from one place to another without being seen. Well, not by everyone though." "But... if you're a demon, why then are you in this form?" She couldn't help but ask.

He had no idea what to do, but he knew he had to find someone to keep on selling this lie. He knew today was supposed to be his official day back at school, but he wasn't mentally stable to go back and he knew it. Struggling to recover from his mother's demise and now he is seeing Ghosts. He got into his bathroom to wash up and prepare for school. Turned on the shower and stood still as the water paraded his skin and him exhaling, he felt calm at least. He closed his eyes and ran his hand through his hair, and immediately saw Tasha calling his name, her eyes filled with darkness and Her hand stretching out to him. He couldn't move, his heart felt like it was being squeezed. He couldn't breat

This was why he was completely unprepared to suddenly see something being flung into the air in a wild circle, shocked to watch some form of powdery substance begin to fall all around them, but mostly into the tubs that were directly in front of them. Geran was wide-eyed in shock as he looked up for a split second watching, some white powdery substance fall into all the tubs at the same time. His shock was so apparent that the intruder he had been battling with instantly smirked with pride, dashing forward with all his strength at the rare chance to kill one of the vampire princes. Unlike the masked people belonging to the vampire king, King Locan, king Horansi had also ordered his men to we

he saw his castle is burning and explode everything is disappeared. just a few pieces of wood and wall left not a single person is alive even their dead body is not there. looking that incident make prince depressed and he broke down he comes to his knees with dead eyes, tears are flowing like a river. his brain his blackout owl:- are you alright master prince get back to his sense he starts punching the ground and cries like a baby prince:- he what just happened. please tell me my family is safe. where is my mom, father and sister don't tell me they are dead

Tokelo was left in the room with one of his men. He chocked Tsietsi until his eyes started rolling back and his grip that was trying to get Tokelo’s hand off his neck loosened. Snakes knew that he was going to kill him, and he was not going to sit back and watch him bring bad luck to himself, so he went closer to him and whispered. “Killing a crowned prince will only bring bad luck to you Ghost, think about your throne and your people” he grunted between his teeth.

For ten years, I served the vampire prince Damon as his blood servant. The night I turned eighteen, he finally made me his woman. My dream come true. Except now I know the truth: I was just his practice run before he married into vampire nobility. "One more time." Damon’s voice echoed in the dark. His cold fingers gripped my chin, forcing my head up. My body was limp, and I was gasping against his chest. "I… I can't," I rasped.

But unfortunately, that didn’t apply to Long Chen, who possessed equal strength when compared to the realm of the human world. “Me? Well… I don’t even know myself right now. Can you tell this lowly one of me, who I am?” Long Chen asked back, feigning ignorance in front of the second prince. Hearing Long Chen’s foolish words, the second prince’s eyes glared at him sharply. “You…” BOOOOOMMM.. "Damn you! Demon Transformation, Soul Ghost Attack!" The Ninth Prince shouted as he emerged from the ground, immediately unleashing his ghost technique and demonic form. Yet, despite facing someone like Jian Zian, he had never used this before.

His eyes lowered to the drawers where Valen was a hundred percent sure that something had to be there. He glanced at the king once again before reaching for one of the drawers, which he attempted to open, but it was locked. He tried the next two drawers, but they were locked too. Only the last one wasn't, and there was only a paper with the name " Rhydian" written on it. Valen stared so much, wondering how to pronounce the name, "RHIH-dee-an," he attempted to pronounce it, and unknowingly to him, the King's fingers shook, and the dark veins in his body slowly changed colors, and they went back to normal.

A tray of luxury I didn’t ask for. I stepped forward, snatched the dress, and turned to the maid. “Tell Elijah…” I paused, cracking a grin. “…the Ghost Knife doesn’t go anywhere without her blades.” ---