Fairy Tail Phantom Lord Novels & Stories

Then, he'd been smiling, and still he'd seemed dangerous. Now, beside me, he was all courtesy and measured grace. I suddenly thought this man was nothing like the rumors. The Lord of the North. A monster who ate humans alive. Cold-blooded, cruel, untouchable. Yet the man in front of me had just shielded me from Adrian's humiliation. And remembered to hold an umbrella over me. I looked down at my own hand. There were still red marks on my wrist, where Adrian had gripped it. Lucien saw them too.

Jason looked genuinely puzzled. Avoiding his gaze, Liora explained, "We don't do that. We call male ghosts 'dark souls' and female ones 'phantom queens'. And guess what? You've got yourself a phantom queen right beside you. Looks about 20, long hair, and, oh, bleeding from the wrists." Jason's face went through a sudden transformation. "Seriously, Liora? Are we playing games now?" Liora rolled her eyes, sizing up Jason like he was the slowest kid in class. "Fine, let me break it down. Why do you go visit your dead relatives' graves?"

Instantly, a powerful aura swept out from him, followed by a ghostly howl as a phantom slowly materialized behind him. This phantom was known as the Specter Companion. It was a type of ghost or deity that could be summoned to assist the summoner in battle. Some powerful individuals could even command mighty spirits as their companions. Zachary's Specter Companion was a three-headed, six-armed phantom. With a roar, it unleashed torrents of energy from its six hands and struck the group of people before it. Nautica’s apprentices had never seen such a technique before and found themselves unable to withstand the assault. They exchanged glances and nodded at each other, and in the next second, t

He took his sweet time, swirling the red wine in his glass and watching the splay of colour before he eventually explained the importance of the ball to Ally and I. “I’m sure that Morpheus would agree with me when I say that Phantasus has a very whimsical nature. He spends hours looking after his appearance and delights in pleasure. He is easily swayed by a pretty face...” he looked to Morpheus for reassurance before he continued.

The woman in his nightmare had turned him into a sex god - fucking - freaks. A while ago he was asking the lady for a dance and no lady in her right senses would turn down a dance with one of the charming vampire lord and as soon as they had started dancing he had excuse her and had taken for a walk round the palace before ending the night trip in his bedroom while classical music still played loudly

Her long silky white hair had a bluish tint in it and partly hid four velvety horns that slightly branched out into forks. “Let me introduce you all,” said Damien, “This is Lord Ombra of the Shadow Dragons and Lady Lucille of the Dragons of Light.” The lady made a slight curtsy at the mention of her name. “Ombra, Lucille” continued Damien, “This is Dorin Silvius a wind mage, that there is Sebastian Revious an enchanter, and this fire mage must be...” “Johan.” Johan answered, “I’m Johan Ignacius.”

“Shut up, pup. I need to finish what I’m saying before they get back from the store.” Bryant tried to say something, but Garrett, Will, and Bethany growled low in warning to him. He crossed his arms and pouted. “Thank you. What the Vasili didn’t realize when he ordered me to be taken was just how much of an enemy he was taking into his home. I know Ford and Rao.” The wolves gasped. “I am known to hunters and trackers as ‘The Phantom’. I hunt them. I’m gathering information, then I’m leaving and I’m taking all of you with me. With luck, we’ll take the bulk of his succubae, too. Any questions so far?” Madison asked.

“After all, I’m Phantom XIII Hekate.” A smirk appeared on Ryuou’s face. “Spoken like a true Phantom of Hati,” he said mockingly. “I see that that man has trained you well. But if the Chosen One can’t see the true ideals of Raven’s Gate, and walk on the path that she should walk, then Kami shall strike her down.” Ryuou unsheathed a Japanese katana by his side, revealing a gleaming silver blade with rubies and silver dragons adorning the black hilt.

"You're hiding a monster under that mesh. You’re terrified that if you touch them, you’ll turn them to stone. Is that what a Mother is? A statue that demands worship through fear?" "I am the reason they are still breathing!" I roared, the sound tearing through the scoured tissue of my throat. "Are you?" The Phantom’s smile widened, sharp and porcelain. "Or are you just the one keeping them alive so you have an audience for your own tragedy?" She turned to the crowd, her arms open. "She brings the war. I bring the end of it. She is the Phoenix of Ash. I am the Aria of the Rain." The wolves murmured, a rising tide of dissent. They began to step forward, closing the circle. They weren't shiftin

Phantom crossed his legs and leaned against the couch casually. He narrowed his eyes and appraised Lucille, who was dressed in allblack, only revealing her eyes. "Did you say you're Inkbrush?" Lucille also appraised him. Phantom was Ghosthorn's top dog and called the shots there. There was one thing that surprised her, though—he was younger than she'd expected and quite handsome. He'd deep-set eyes and a tall nose. His had tanned skin and a small scar on his forehead. It didn't detract from his good looks, though. On the contrary, it left one with a deep impression. It was as if it was his trademark.