Light Phantom Thief Novels & Stories

And somehow, according to a haunted forest and a silver-eyed man who terrified wolves, she was connected to me. Me. Lena Frost. Borderland girl. Camp rat. Turnip thief. The human fool Damien Thorncroft once dressed in white and murdered under moonlight. I shook my head. “No.” Cassian’s mouth tightened. “No?” “No.” I stepped back from the tree. “I am not doing this right now.” Ben blinked. “Doing what?”

"I am not leaving this basement without you. But I will carry you out unconscious if I have to. Choose." "Done," I whispered, the word caught in my throat as I hit the 'Execute' key with a final, defiant strike. The screen didn't go black. Instead, it began to pulse with a steady, rhythmic green light—the "Phantom" was live. To the Weaver’s sensors, the Architect was still sitting in the dark, typing her heart out, trapped in a loop of her own making. I slammed the laptop shut and shoved it into the bag, the plastic casing still hot enough to leave a red welt across my palms.

She lost her son and her best friend in the process, she wasn’t likely to make the same mistake again. First I would have to get him to agree. Waiting until the sun was low in the sky I walked to the boarders of Lilith’s wards, once again the small bonfire could be seen between the trees. I was unsure on how to proceed, knowing if I stepped out of the wards I would be unprotected. I needn’t worry for long, before I could decide how to go forward, Lysander appeared before me. Once again, his towering form shrouded in his heavy black cloak, his face hidden from view bar the two bright glowing orbs that are his eyes.

The shadows in the corners reacted to his voice, slipping, slithering, flowing towards the injured Morel who tried desperately to back away. A ring of blinding light suddenly encircled Octavius as Dorin sent his lightning to keep the shadows at bay. “Send them away, Vincent,” he told the tall boy beside him. “But Ray...” “I’m not Ray,” Dorin said again. “I’m sorry, but I am not and could not be that Ray from your memory.” he looked the boy straight in the eyes. “Send the shadows back.” “Haa...” Vincent sighed, a look of disappointment in his face. “okay...”

It popped free of its socket and I dropped it into the open bag at my feet. I squinted, the eye scorching light from the other bulbs making the pools of shadow beside us difficult to see. Host-less Shades stayed hidden during the lighter hours, even beneath their violet sky, but that didn't mean you wouldn't come across the occasional desperado, willing to risk everything for a shot at owning human flesh. I dropped the piece of clothing that protected the new bulb into the bag and paused, frozen by the shiver running down my spine. "What's wrong?" Aaron called from the front.

Just doesn’t sit right with me. “You have to believe me, Lucas. Right now, we’re probably already in danger.” She started looking at the window. “They’ve been watching me for years and they’ve been trying to kill me.” “Kill? They? Who’s they?” “Your uncle’s night creatures. When I found out the truth about your brother, I came back for you. I kept you hidden from them. But it seems the potion is wearing off.” “Wearing off?” I repeated. “That day at the bookshop, you saw me and I saw your aura. You and your brother have the same aura. It scared me when I saw it. Exactly like the devil’s.”

According to the entry I had read from our library, the Laveau was one of the highest henchmen of the Phantom Pack before the War of the Triad along with the Voss, a family of vampires. I stepped up on the porch of the house and stared at the red double door ahead of me. This time, I was able to knock twice without being dragged in. After a few seconds, the door opened and it revealed a middle-aged man who was wearing a black butler suit. He had brushed-up dark hair and defined jaw, bright blue eyes, and a dark complexion. He looked like one of those strict staff of a mansion who has an ability to see even a tiny speck of dust. "The priestess is expecting you. Follow me," he said with his de

Alex’s POV My vehicle led the convoy of 14 Sherpa lights, its headlights piercing the darkness as we approached the Prince Nicholas Outer Gate. The crisp air was filled with a tense silence, broken only by the distant murmur of the royal guard's surveillance. As we halted, the driver rolled down his window, a cautious movement under the watchful eyes of the guards. Beside me, Jean mirrored the action, leaning towards the guard with an urgency in his voice. "Matthew, it's me, Jean. We've recovered the stolen sherpa lights. I've brought the leader of the thieves to meet the Prince," he announced, his voice a blend of fatigue and triumph.

And I will. There was a sudden knock on the door that alerted my attention. I didn't open it at first until I peeked through the window and saw this tall slender tanned man with thin broad lips and neatly combed pitch-black hair. Miss Grey, I'm here on behalf of Sinister Salvatore, my name is Marc Zane Leighton." The stranger spoke behind the door. I felt a certain tinge of caution rush through me until my phone beeped and I saw Sinister’s message stating that Leighton's here.

But the anger and heartbreak stabbed so deep that I couldn't bring myself to turn away. Enduring the torture and turmoil, I forced myself to walk toward the observatory doors. They were slightly ajar. I held my breath to press close and listen through the gap. Serena's cloying and clingy voice came from inside. She teased coyly, "Professor Thorne, you seem to especially like seeing me in red." Lucas' voice followed, low and tinged with slight exasperation. "Keep it down... Someone might stumble upon us." "What's there to be afraid of?" Serena drawled, her tone deliberately sulky. "It's so late. No one's around."