The Torn Prince Thirteen Ghosts Novels & Stories

He turned around, sure that Johan would appear behind him, but found no one there, he quickly looked around the place. “Where did he go?!” he said to himself. The dust was beginning to settle now, and as he scanned around him, he didn’t notice the small crack nearing his feet. “Wah!” the 3rd prince yelped as the ground beneath him opened up, swallowing half of his body and hardening around him! “Your highness!” Venet screeched on the side, yet unable to do anything. It was then that Johan Appeared, rising up from the ground. He snapped his fingers as a blast of blue flame consumed the prince’s token.

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

The tied ghost added. “The supernatural palace?” Alfi raises his eyebrow.

Grayson stepped forward and pulled Thirteen over to ask her, “What did you see when you went in, Thirteen?” Thirteen said, “I can’t tell you.” Afterward, she did a smooth exit. Grayson was fuming. “Is she putting her guard up against us? That silly girl is disloyal.” On the way back, Grayson and the others ran into a few bizarre villagers. One was blind, the other was deaf, and the last had lost his tongue… The three looked similar in age and appearance, so they should be brothers from the same family. The meticulous Tempest immediately became suspicious. “I’ve never heard of there being three brothers who lost their senses in Yorks Stronghold.”

I swallowed the ache in my throat. “I know. I won't come near you again.” I turned to leave. At the end of the hall, maids whispered, “The Imperial summons for the Blood Prince's bride went out today. Noble girls trembled opening theirs—thank the Moon Goddess, theirs were blank.” “They say the Blood Prince is from the First Bloodline—an Alpha so old, his bond doesn't heal, it feeds. Every bride gives her life-force to keep him strong…” “The Sixth? Vanished. No body. No soul-mark. Like she never existed.”

Was he someone familiar with this place and its people? I parted my lips to speak but he spoke first. His voice sounded deliberately altered as if he was trying to disguise it. "Lord Brian gives you three days to return. If you don't, he will expose all of your secrets to Vincent and everyone else." My heart pounded violently at the words my secrets. My breathing grew rapid, my fingers and toes curling tight. I forced out a response. "I understand." "Also," he continued, leaning slightly closer, "Lord Brian wishes to apologize for hurting you. It was purely accidental, never intentional. He only wants the best for you. If you return quietly, he promises to make it up to you in every way."

Gideon stayed calm, swung the broken blade, and a white arc of energy shot upward. The black and white blades clashed and shattered on impact. Tristan's next move followed immediately. "The eighth style of the 13 Ghost Blades! Nether's Pass!" The strike carried a chilling gale. The sound of wailing ghosts and howling spirits echoed. As it neared, Gideon noticed countless skulls swirling in the wind. They were only shadows, but enough to make one's scalp crawl. They were clawing and snarling, like demons escaping from hell. "Those are party tricks. The heavenly flames will burn through all that flashy nonsense."

Uncle sighed. “ That day, due to some work, I arrived late. By the time I arrived at the palace, Mahendra had died. His lifeless body was lying like an unclaimed corpse. I Was devastated seeing my best friend's body lying there abandoned. Till yesterday he was a king ruling his kingdom, and today, he is lying in the dirt. Upon seeing me, one of his courtiers, who managed to save himself, came out from his hidden place. He narrated everything to me. Due to intervention from higher authority, Ranjeet was caught, but before that, he made sure to burn the Palace in which Maharani and the kids were hidden. Somehow he managed to bring the princess alive out of the palace. She was unconscious. Afte

But it was the injuries that marred his otherwise formidable appearance that truly caught Lance's eye. Gashes and burns crisscrossed his body, a testament to a recent and brutal battle. And then there was his right hand, almost entirely translucent, a skeletal claw that pulsed with an eerie, otherworldly light. The sight sent a shiver down Lance's spine. There was no mistaking that hand. It belonged to Prince Drakan, the Vanishing Ghost, a legendary warrior whose name was whispered in fear throughout the land. "It is indeed you," Lance said, his voice betraying none of the surprise he felt. He maintained his composure, his gaze steady and unwavering. "I wonder how you came here."