Fairy Tail Phantom Lord Novels & Stories

No one knew what really happened, all they knew was, the Chief of Phantom clan suddenly became very powerful after his favourite concubine vanished. He not only became powerful, he became knowledgeable than priests and witches and Pharisees and angels. He could even see things that were non-existent to humans. He was no longer human— he was god and his name was Baddley.

A slow, hot burn that tightened my chest and slicked my thighs. Then I saw him. He rose from a throne of ebony and bone. A silhouette of pure darkness wrapped in black leather. Obsidian and silver covered his face—a wolf's snout, narrow slits for eyes, a mouth that showed nothing but the occasional gleam of fang. The Phantom. Our gazes locked. The bond slammed into place like a physical blow. A primal snarl ripped from his throat, echoing through the hall. Conversations died. Every wolf turned to watch.

Ryker stiffened beside me, his Lycan ‘Demon’ pressing against the edges of his control, demanding to know what trick had just been played. My breath caught. Phantom. His name wasn’t just a name—it was his truth. The ground trembled as invisible paws dug in hard. Warriors yelped as an unseen force knocked them sprawling across the grounds, dust rising where nothing stood. Then, out of thin air, Phantom reappeared, fangs bared, eyes alight with a primal fire. Ryker’s jaw tightened, but his eyes—sharp, measuring—betrayed surprise. “Impossible,” he muttered, not believing his own eyes.

"I know everything that touches shadow. Including the fact that Marcus Phoenix is no longer Marcus Phoenix. Hasn't been for twenty years." "Then who—" "The Third Phoenix Lord. Ancient, bodiless, wearing Marcus like a suit." Thanatos smiled, showing too many teeth. "And right now, he's heading to Silver Moon Pack to claim the body he really wants." "Leon," Derek breathed. "No." Thanatos's smile widened. "Yours."

But his silence was sad, crushing whatever hope I had left. " Five..." Damon’s voice was laced with amusement. He was enjoying this, watching me break, watching Alex falter. Then, out of nowhere, a figure crashed into Damon, sending him across the floor. It was Phantom, the final member of the Prime Order. Damon hit the ground hard, clearly caught off guard. Phantom’s entrance was so sudden that even the shadows Damon controlled flickered for a moment, losing their form. “Couldn’t let you have all the fun without me,” Phantom said.

Its attack power was quite weak, making it a beast that specialized in nighttime assassination. When the Phantom Cat entered the apex overbeast realm, its fearsome presence started to reveal itself. Despite being just a lower apex overbeast at the moment, it had previously battled the medium apex overbeast, Tonitrui Eagle, which was unable to do anything against it. The Phantom Cat had joined Heaven's Dominion by a stroke of luck, having been afflicted by a mysterious toxin. Gideon used a Purifying Pill to cleanse it of the poison, which led to its agreement to join. Umbra couldn't help but marvel at Gideon's remarkable fortune.

A pair of leather shoes, long legs of black pants, and a black shirt…my gaze moved further to rest on pink lips left out under the black mask he wore. Who exactly was he? His rare gold colored eyes pierced through my being, and in that moment it felt as though I was bare. My nipples stirred under my wet dress, making things even worse than they already were. “Prince Darion,” The attendants chorused, their heads dropping, unable to look at the man as though he was a plague. Or perhaps someone of high status –pretty evident from his temperament. I clenched my jaw hard, feeling the swell on my cheeks. It still hurt from last night…if not even worse.

“Who are they training to play me?” I took a breath. “An orphan. From Sardinia. Clean background. No affiliations. His name is Elias... but they call him Il Fantasma now. The Ghost. Because he’s supposed to become you. So perfect… no one will know the difference.” One of the council members whispered something. Someone else gasped. Then, silence again. Lord Lorenzo stood up slowly. Walked down the stairs. The room obeyed his movement like planets around the sun. He stood in front of me. Face unreadable.

Just as Landon was about to raise his umbrella, a panicked voice from far away called out, "My lord, wait!" As soon as those words hit, Landon's cold eyes flicked up slightly. "All of you, back off!" The voice shouted, and all the Phantom Patrols' faces changed instantly. They quickly put away their demonic flames and scythes, turning to look behind them. Where everything had been pitch black, a path suddenly appeared. At the end of the road, several skeletons were rushing over carrying a portable throne. On top of it sat a Phantom Regent wearing crimson robes. But under his robes weren't arms and legs—just clusters of spirits.

“But now, I managed to just shave your beard and not cut your neck. Wouldn’t that be a pity if I did?” Lord Beike laughed manically and stood up from his seat. When I felt the fluctuation of energy in the air, I promptly built a barrier around me. “Lord Beike, your reverse barrier is stronger now than the last time we met. I bet you’re cultivating your powers with magical cores of humans?” Lord Beike only laughed and grinned, “Human cores are useless. I prefer those from pure blooded water fairies.” “What…?” My brows furrowed as soon as he said that. I gritted my teeth and dissolved his reverse barrier. Anger started to build inside me, and the flames were getting hotter and bigger.