Bakugan Spectra Phantom Novels & Stories

Blitz chuckled and addressed Keagan, seemingly amused by his skepticism. "You must be the Spectral Guardian, huh? Quite the peculiar name," he remarked, swiftly taking the can from Keagan's hand and popping open the lid. With a series of rapid blinks, Blitz appeared to savor the flavor of the energy drink, as if it enhanced its taste. He then returned the can to Keagan and tapped him on the shoulder.

It no longer matters that she turned me green or that she hasn't told me about being an eagle shifter. She's mine. I have no idea how or why it happened, but it did and nothing will stand between me and this woman. No mountains or dragons or Goddesses. Flora follows us as we walk to the lab. The kids don't bother shifting to fly because she's here and they have no idea she has her own wings. I'm actually proud that they're considering her feelings. We enter the lab and I walk over to my latest experiment. The electrical circuit is within a plastic shield made up of melted cell phone glass. I have cell phone batteries inside shields too. Flora and the kids gather around me while I line the ci

said Eirian with a yawn. “Already?!” Dorin asked, surprised. “Well, at least you finally got your phasma core.” “A phasma core?” Dorin asked again. “A thunder god’s phasma core,” Pan Phineas explained. “Since our element has such destructive power, it has been a Heilig tradition to keep our phasma in a cradle or core where it can sleep until we need its power.”

She was not as powerful as her true dragon form nor did she possess all the magical abilities of her human form, but she did possess the best of both. Stats and physical capabilities of a Dragon plus the versatility and anatomy of a humanoid. The reason why she had opted for this form was mainly because of the enemy that stood before her. A ghostly being wrapped in a black robe, his skeleton face and hands betrayed him as an undead. "A spectrum" Ingrid discerned immediately. The Spectrum is an evil undead who hate sunlight and the living. Most are reminiscent of murdered or evil humans, who are prevented by anger from transcending to the afterlife. Like ghosts, spectrum haunts the places of

how is that possible, your memory confirmed your death, the phantom said but then another gunshot rang, Takamatsu has at some point got a gun after he reappeared. Hearing the fourth gunshot the phantom disappeared, "what sort of weapon is this? Is this his gift? " the phantom asked himself, though Takamatsu gun wasn't injuring him it was somehow draining his mental powers. "you can't kill me with this," the phantom said as it went straight for Takamatsu's head after appearing once again but suddenly having a bad premonition as it disappeared. "he can't kill you but I can," a voice said as Takamatsu and the phantom saw a man welding a scythe that is connected to a chain.

I NEED to know who he is, and something tells me I won’t discover much if I approach him as Phantom Reaper. I don’t really even know who I actually am, to be honest. I never indulged in friendships or relationships with others. It’s just always been survival. The only person I had any kind of positive relationship was my mother. I don’t know my father but because of my hair color, I’m fairly certain my father was Christian Bartoa. I know he frequented the slave cells whenever he was bored, and the urge arises so it doesn’t surprise me, but I don’t intend to ever claim him nor carry his surname. The thought of actually SPEAKING to Damien makes me feel a weird sense of anxiety. I’m unsure if i

"So you are remnants of Ethereal Lumin Hold. After all these years, I didn't expect three remnants to resurface. Today, we will completely sever your delusions!" Before the words were finished, Keagan had already attacked. He swung his wooden staff, and the white-black pattern at its head lit up with black and white radiance. Vast Power of solar and lunar condensed together, transforming into a massive Black and White Fish phantom that surged forward with devouring momentum, descending toward Amelia. This strike appeared slow, yet it sealed off every possible path of evasion. As the Power of solar and lunar circulated, even space itself became viscous.

If both parties were dead, or if the time was up and no one was dead, the system would choose the winner based on the output. Every time Phantasm came to attack me then used invisibility, so I couldn’t attack him. So Phantasm's output was more than mine. After the battle, everyone was sent out of the battlefield by the system. I looked at the Phantasm standing at the entrance and noticed that he had a pair of big wings. The beautiful crystal wings almost blinded me. It turned out that his equipment was similar to James'. No wonder it was tricky to defeat him. “You finish. I am going to cook.” I was about to stand up.

“Aren’t we all reborn, one way or another?” That night, Mira scanned her room top to bottom. Carl stayed seated by the door, arms crossed. “She’s one of them, isn’t she?” he asked. “She’s not the Phantom,” Mira said. “But she’s... connected.” “A backup?” “No. An extension. A contingency.” Carl frowned. “Meaning?” “She’s the Phantom’s failsafe. In case I won.” Meanwhile, deep in the system core, the corrupted file blinked open. A line of code scrolled across the dark interface.

Trevor says. “I have a feeling that they are paying her very well and we all know that if you throw enough money in her face she will do anything,” I add. Trevor snorts at my comment. He knows it’s true. Shade will do anything for the right price. I have a feeling that she has something up her sleeve. I can’t see her letting them get away with making someone of this power. I feel she will add something of her own to the mix if she goes through with the plan. What surprises me is that before Prycylla and Trevor leave, they leave some of their own DNA and blood to add to the mix. Well, Prycylla leaves one of her feathers. This will definitely add something great to the mix. Prycylla