The Torn Prince Thirteen Ghosts Novels & Stories

He was extremely handsome and I recognised him immediately. He was Alexander Lupus, the second prince of the kingdom. I thought he had felt the same as me as he watched me carefully, but in a split second a pain ran through my head, almost bringing Carys to the floor. I knew what this was immediately. The Royal Family were spirit controllers, and right now Alexander was trying to bend mine to his will. Carys could hardly stand it any longer and she fell to the ground, whimpering in pain. Even still, Carys wanted to be closer to our mate, wanted him to protect us despite him harming us instead.

"Three, it's a short distance from the portal entrance to the destination, but it can take a lot of energy, so keep moving straight for the exit portal rip and do not stop." We all stepped into the open tear, and it instantly closed behind us. I could see the exit a few yards ahead and went towards it. The souls of the dead blended into the grey mist that clung to the edge of our lit road. The rogue's eyes were glued intently on the faces of the lost dead as I reached out and pulled him on. He pulled against me slightly, but I managed to get him to move. The ghost roads were cold and chilly, and the longer we stayed on them, the more dangerous they became. They were not for the living. I cli

He leaned close to the prince’s throat, inhaling deeply. “That pulse,” Velis whispered, lips brushing his captive’s skin. “That scent. Familiar. Too familiar.” Caelum jerked his head aside, jaw set in defiance. “I am The Crown Prince of the Ashan Federation. The last of my line. You think me weak? You butcher, you carrion lord—you murdered my father, my brothers, in the War of Crimson Eclipse!” His voice cracked, fury and grief in equal measure. “And still you dare to touch me.”

The nightmares did not stop. Every night, the ghosts came. My mother, her face twisted into a mask of shadow, her voice accusing. Kaelen, his eyes black, his hands reaching for my throat, his fingers cold. Lorna, her white hair wild, her crown of thorns dripping blood that sizzled where it touched the floor. Marcus, laughing, always laughing, his black eyes watching me from the corners of my dreams, his voice whispering that I would never be free.

Chapter: I looked at Jack in shock, as if his words had fallen into my head without finding a place to settle: "prince ?… What do you mean?" Jack sighed slowly and lowered his gaze to the ground, as if the truth he carried was too heavy to be said easily: "Yes, as I said in truth… I am the prince of the ghouls." I laughed lightly, trying to break the strangeness of the situation, and said: "But Sophia is the princess of the ghouls, Jack. And you have no relation to her."

"Sorry. Old habits." Once the pendant was with Ace, the ghost of prince Terrence disappeared. We all watched as Ace starred in an empty space, where I assume is where Prince Terrence stood. It was a while before PRINCE Ace spoke again. "Those who lived and those who are born in this realm shall be blinded." He translated and turned his gaze back on us. "He says those are the enchantments of the Nymphs." "Totally understand you." I said and nodded in fake agreement. I didn't understand at all.

Prince retorted, “Hope It's not a distructive sighs,?“ Jessica asked, “I don't think so, but I need to stay around watching around because of enemies from another world,” Prince explained, “but, you can go to the palace, I will meet you later,” Prince said, Just few minutes later, the sea roared again, and thunder storm strikes and lightning brightened the skies, and the ocean rolls out something strange, Prince was startled, and he moved closer, It was magician that was believes to be drowned and dead In the sea, but It was a surprise to see him and another unusual woman,

“Go! Check Lisa’s place—search the lower levels! See if there’s anything unusual!” The female ghost gave a silent nod before vanishing in an instant, leaving behind a lingering chill in the air. The prison grew eerily oppressive, the tension thick and suffocating. Aric’s anguished roars echoed off the stone walls, each one a haunting, guttural cry that seemed to come from the depths of his soul. His fists pounded mercilessly against the floor, his knuckles bloodied, his voice hoarse and ragged. He was no longer himself—he had become the very creature that haunted their darkest dreams. A demon, trapped in the body of a prince, fighting to break free.

I could see a pair of red eyes, howling all over. I asked in fear Dekker- " What is that?" Dekker looked up and his face turned pale. He gulped as he stood frozen at his spot. He began to sweat as he clear his throat. I asked him once more-" Dekker? Will you tell me what is going on?" Dekker said in a panic voice-" W-we should leave" I asked -" Why? What do you look so pale? What is that thing?" Dekker lowered his tone and replied-" Gambler of Ghosts. The dark Prince and his men. He is a terror who feeds on the souls mercilessly."