Fairy Tail Phantom Lord Novels & Stories

Diana’s words violently screamed inside my brain–the Eye of Aethelgard was powered by dark, malicious witchcraft. It was a spell of pure spiritual manipulation. If regular physical weapons couldn't touch them, it meant the phantoms could only be killed by channeling a higher spiritual frequency, pure Alpha magic or ancient lineage blood, directly into the metal. Stepping directly into the path of a towering phantom warrior who was raising his rusted blade to split a fallen royal soldier in half, I lunged forward. Before the phantom could swing, I sharply slid the sharp edge of my silver blade directly across the palm of my left hand.

The lady asked her to relax and they try to wake the baby up. Outside the room’s window on the tree, a golden fairy along with her daughter is sitting and viewing all the incidents. The lady said to her daughter “Dear… this is what I was talking about. You are my shadow. The shadow of light who can fight the darkness. In the dark vampire world, you have to emit your light. The daughter looked at her mother and said “Yes Mother. I will do as you have trained me. “. The woman smiled and with her magic wand put some fairy dust on her daughter and soon the daughter turns into a golden leaf. The woman then disguises herself as a maid and entered Clara’s room.

Lotanni was the first to give the full rundown on Lysar's team. Of course she was. If there was gossip, she'd find it faster than a scent-hound on heat. "Three mages, four werewolves," she muttered while checking the straps on her gear. "One of the werewolves is royalty. The prince from the Southern Fang. Has a stupidly forbidden crush on Lysar." Nyomei raised a brow. "That arrogant one who walks like his back’s too stiff for his own head?"

"These are our people who were deceived by the greed of my mortal brother. To possess the power of our tribes, he plotted with the enemies and slaughtered his own kin." "You-You're the Origin," I blurted out in disbelief. The girl heaved a sigh, walking towards a large boulder rock and sat on it. The black wolf followed her, then looked up to her as if she was its only world. "I may have a number of names but you may call me Sylla of the Phantom, the Old." "Sylla," I murmured, nodding my head. "It's an honor to meet you then." "You're quite perceptive than your counterpart," she suddenly complimented with a smile. "Your mate knows no knowledge about our kind which I understand. So I'm gratef

Just as I was getting anxious, my micro-communicator blinked red. It was Marcus calling on the encrypted channel. "Madam! Something terrible happened!" Marcus's voice carried unprecedented terror. "The Lord has gone mad! He unilaterally declared war on Prince Cassian through the Vampire Court!" "What?!" I shot up. "The Lord mobilized all of North America's elite forces at any cost, launching a frantic attack on Cassian's stronghold in Europe! Vampires are dying by the numbers. The Lord swore... he must bring Cassian's heart back to Los Angeles!"

The green monster wailed loudly as its eyes shed blood drops but his mourning couldn't last long a minute when Lyceon butchered its head from its animalistic body and it hurled around at the corner. Allison’s breath hitched seeing his cruel end. She was not someone who was immune to violence and obviously staying behind in the pack during wars to take care of injured members didn't let her experience any sort of fights on the battlefield. But today, this small or not so small combat left her into the abyss of swarthy brutality. She realised the saying was true. He is called the Dark Lord for a reason. She tried to rub her chest to avail a greedy breath, meanwhile her teary eyes raised up see

' he wondered. When Valmore looked at her with a confused expression, Lola decided to show him her trump card. "You are the lord of only this village Valmore. But he is the prince of the Fairyland. He is above every lord or king of this world. There is nothing in this world that is forbidden to him. Because he, is the son of the fairy goddess Faiysha and the god of wars, Ares" she revealed.

Entering the study and seeing familiar faces,Vador smiled. "The lord," They all bowed except Jadis.He responded by nodding. "And why is someone still seated looking annoyed?" Vador asked. Standing up forceful"My lord," she said. "Why are you all here?" "Lady Jadis informed us that a human vampire named Ava is living here," Lord jack replied. Lord over the southern empire and also lady Mary's father,he wanted Vador to marry his daughter but wasn't forceful about it. "That is so against the law dark lord," Lord Matthew replied. He's the human lord in charge of the western empire.

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

He was pale white with raven hair complementing his equally dark eyes and dark pink glistering lips. He laughed off as he lightly spanked her ass to leave. "Bye guys". He led her to the room upstairs in the bar without touching her, while she was clinging to him. "I lost...". Noah murmured, taking a swig from his beer. Everyone on the table was busy with girls in their laps. Fondling and teasing their assets. But he was leaning on the headrest, eyes closed. Everyone could say he was exhausted or tired but not Finn. His right hand is his best friend who knows him inside out.