Novel & Cerita Light Phantom Thief

Chandler's legs gave way, and he sank to the floor. He stared blankly at the blood-covered flesh on his hand, murmuring, “It’s really her, it’s really her… “How could this happen?” He asked as he gazed at Ben, his eyes bloodshot, panic and anger surging within him. With a wave of his arm, he sent everything nearby crashing to the ground. Then, he seized Ben’s collar. “Bring me all the data on A167!” His voice trembled as he sank into despair. “Wasn’t it said that the special drug was supposed to be effective?”

“They never let you go.” Before we could react, a black mist swirled behind him, and from it emerged a shape—tall and draped in shifting darkness. Its face was obscured, but glowing eyes peered through the veil of shadow. A Phantom. The man turned to run, but the Phantom was faster. It lashed out, and the moment its shadowy tendrils touched him, he let out an agonized scream. His body convulsed, his face twisted in horror as he disintegrated into dust before our eyes.

Through the barrage, I watched it all unfold in real time. [Tristan lost everything he got from pawning the locket and bangle!] [He's on a losing streak—he'll never dig himself out of this hole!] [Now he's in debt to the casino for millions!] In the end, with no way to pay, the casino sold him to a scam compound in a foreign country called Melaynmere. With his legs crippled, Tristan was forced to use his hands to run phishing schemes. His very first target was me. "Honey, I've hit the jackpot! Let me buy you a ticket. Come join me, and we can live in luxury together!"

"A female all alone out here in the plains? How lucky are we?" They slowly closed in on me, and my Beta power surged out instantly, making them hesitate. "She's a Beta!" "So what? She's alone." Several rogues lunged at me, and I instantly shifted into my wolf form. I struggled desperately to break out of their circle and run toward pack territory. When I collapsed at the door of my rental, covered in blood, I received a message from Matteo. [Sabrina's back now. What we had is over. Don't cause any trouble.]

He picked up his phone and spoke in a chilling monotone. “Target in sight. We’ll be able to avenge the Second Commander soon.” From the other end, Black Shark—Raze—replied, “Good. Make sure Sebastian and the others are wiped off the face of the earth.” The call ended. The man, Phantom, toyed with a small detonator in his hand. He could trigger it at any moment—but he was waiting for the perfect timing. Meanwhile, James and Tyler were circling behind the building, searching for an entry point. But the structure was exposed and unstable. Any direct approach risked being spotted by Megan, which could end in disaster.

The air in the room felt freezing, smelling of ozone and rotting leaves. ​CRACK ​The reinforced glass of her balcony door didn't just break; it disintegrated. ​Three figures shrouded in shifting, smoky darkness stepped into her room. They weren't wolves; they were Shadow-Walkers, the elite assassins of the Shadow Pack. They didn't growl; they moved in a terrifying, unnatural silence. ​"The Thorne girl," the middle one whispered, his voice sounding like two stones grinding together. "The masters want the heart. Kill the body, harvest the light."

A figure in white synthetic armor dropped through the opening, his blue optical sensors scanning the room in a wide, mechanical sweep. He saw the empty bed. He saw the darkness. I stepped out of the shadow, the Phantom Blade catching a stray spark of my own bioluminescence. I didn't call for Damian. I didn't scream. The Harvester began to turn, his pulse-rifle rising, but I was already inside his guard. My hand, mapped in glowing silver, reached for his throat. In the hallway, the sound of heavy, unhurried boots echoed. The primary door’s electronic lock screeched as it was overridden from the outside.

Constellation patterns shifted within midnight armour as forgotten souls acknowledged profound synchronicity regarding approaching interaction beyond ordinary communication. No guards protected the tower entrance, institutional authorities maintaining strategic distance regarding official association without preventing public visitation through indirect prohibition. The crystalline doorway stood open without requiring physical manipulation, its transparent surface creating distorted reflections transforming visual perception beyond conventional appearance. The Shadow Knight passed through this extraordinary threshold with transformed essence experiencing momentary resistance suggesting consc

Finally, Phantom Marionette’s hoarse voice sounded, “If it was any other time, he would have finished us off by now. But he hasn’t made a move yet. That means he is afraid of us.” Phantom Marionette let out a grim smile. “Let’s try our luck! We can double up our fees. There is more than the bounty from the Jones family. Don’t forget that there is also an 800-million-dollar bounty for the Palace Master on the dark web.” The bounty instantly motivated all the killers. Everyone’s eyes lit up. Phantom Marionette pulled out a curved blade from his waist and carefully moved towards Tyr. “You guys, are you really planning to lay your hands on me?” asked Tyr, starting at the group of killers gloomil

Liora answered. Mavric almost laughed, but it was a cold, dry sound. "Lumiere? Thorne Group's main rival in the AI technology sector? You want to join my enemy?" "I will join under an alias. 'Elaine White', a strategy consultant from Singapore. That way, the Syndicate won't look for me there, and I can use Lumiere's resources to track 'Number Zero's' financial flow without drawing attention to you." Mavric's possessiveness began to boil.