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.

But he never reached me. When I opened my eyes back up I was startled to find that large beast pinned against the wall by a very angry looking Lucas. Only this time, Lucas’ eyes had turned completely black, on his head stood two large horns that curled around themselves in perfect spirals. His white hair falling around his face messily. His hands had formed into talons which where currently pressed against the bodyguards throat, his nails digging into the skin drawing blood. Tormund was trying desperately to overthrow Lucas but to no avail. The more he thrashed about, the bright the shade of puce he came as Lucas cut off his air supply. Before I could comprehend what was happening, Lucas’ na

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...”

The expanse above us was a gorgeous shade of blue, and if I kept my back to the bruised streaks of violet forcing their way from the south, I could almost forget the impending doom hurtling towards us. "You okay?" Lillith asked, stopping beside me. Her almost waist length hair was down, neatly brushed and pushed back over her shoulders. "Yeah. Tired is all." Tired of running from the Sades and their Shadow Men. Tired of seeing their victories heralded in the darkening sky and the used bodies left in their wake. Tired of missing Nick, of not knowing where he was or if he was even alive anymore and tired of feeling like a pale skinned, violet eyed freak.

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.”

By the way, this also explains the fact that the thief left unpunished, although the artifact was supposed to kill him, like the previous wisher. Twilight was slowly gathering, and in the reflections of the fire, the brunette's face became completely transparent and pale, as if glowing from within. Like a real ghost, if you believe the most common ideas about their appearance. “Still dress her accordingly - in white ...” - Vlad thought.

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