The Torn Prince Thirteen Ghosts Novels & Stories

Marcus, the quiet guy from accounting leaned against the door, arms crossed, with a bitter smirk twisting his lips. “McAllen,” he said. “You’ve been looking real happy lately. I see you enjoy your late night with the boss.” My stomach dropped. “What the hell are you talking about?” He stepped closer, I could see the jealousy in his eyes. “ I saw you leaving the private elevator. Looking like a man whose ass has taken some cock. You’re not the first, you know. The Ghost destroys anyone who tries to get close. You’re just the latest toy.” “The Ghost?” I laughed it off, but my voice sounded shaky even to me. “Sounds like some movie legend bullshit.”

She heard the Third prince speak as he stood up and pulled out his sword from the man's left eye causing him to yelp in pain. The Third prince trusted men ; Rocco, Gael and Harlow came into the scene and saw that the prince had dealt with the spies who had managed to escape from them. They all bowed when the prince turned to look at them. "Take care of the dead bodies." He said to Gael and Harlow and the two immediately carried out the prince's order. "What will you do with him?" Rocco said refering to the man whose left eye was bleeding profusely as he handed a handkerchief to the prince so he could clean his sword already covered with blood.

Alfred turned to his men and said, “Search the chamber and do not leave even a speck of dust unturned.” As she watched her chamber get unturned, she mumbled, “All of this off of baseless accusations.” Alfred turned to her, saying, “This is not baseless. A trusted servant who has been working with you for over twenty years confessed all crimes committed under this roof.” “She is not in her right mind speaking about ghosts then accusing me!” She said with a yell. Alfred looked at her surprised and asked, “We did not disclose that she spoke of ghosts. Where did you hear that?”

Chandler turned on his heels as he walked away. Penn's mind raced as she tried to come up with a parting shot. It might not be important to others but it is to her. She could not let Chandler have the last say. She might have cowered to him, she might feel the weight of his words and fight the nightmares which he just gave a new scene to but she was not going to go down with leaving him with a haunting message too. It was fair if she was the only one scarred by this confrontation. “Monsters are hunted down and killed, your majesty. The ghosts of those innocents’ lives you took will haunt you, you might not even have the chance to keep our enmity in your mind.” Penn called out as the prince f

" the young prince was not convinced by the fair maiden sudden appearance. "Ok, you said you're here for me right? good! How did you know I was here? let me tell you the truth, I'm the first prince of Igodomigodo, Although this forest is inhabited by Evil Spirits like yourself, it's is still a part of Igodomigodo. Therefore, as the prince, I demand that you tell me the truth, did you manifest from the smoke?" Convinced the strange woman was an Evil spirit, the prince said lifting his lips into a pouch.

As the heavy obsidian doors groaned shut behind us, the biting chill of the Ever-Dark was finally cut off. But the inside of the 13th Temple offered no sanctuary. Instead of torches, the walls were lined with ancient runes emitting a pale, ghostly luminescence. Floating within that pale light were hundreds of translucent figures—the spectral echoes of Lycans and Witches who had died in the endless, ancient war. Killian’s grip tightened on his broadsword. Even stripped of his golden Alpha fire, his raw, lethal presence forced the nearest phantoms to recoil.

I opened the window, took the scroll, and gave the raven a piece of dried meat as a reward. I unrolled the parchment. It was a report on the last month, written in code. [Update on Alistair Valerius] [The Coven is in turmoil. The Prince drains the royal coffers searching for his dead wife's soul. The clans grow restless.] A small smile touched my lips. I read on. [Three days of solitude: After receiving the "relics," the Prince locked himself in the old church for three full days. Witnesses claim his grief and rage awakened the dormant ancient blood within him. During this awakening, he discovered a shocking secret.]

“Little ghost.” Next: Shatterpoint

A confession. “Wendy, I need to speak with you.” The voice came from around a corner, sharp and low. “Excuse me, Tobias,” Wendy said. “Just one moment.” She disappeared behind the nearest column. I followed casually, ears sharpened. “That man,” the male voice whispered. “Do you know who he is?” “He signed in as Tobias… he seemed perfectly polite—” “Tobias Andrés Rostov. He’s the missing prince.” A sharp gasp. Then silence.