Light Phantom Thief Novels & Stories

He laughed at that, and the vibration in his chest sent a shiver down my spine. Still holding me, he turned the black stallion around and slowly headed home. The sunset stretched our shadows long across the golden field until they overlapped and merged into one. I looked at the shadows, and a ridiculous thought suddenly popped into my head. "Actually… Maybe this isn't that bad." The thought terrified me, so I immediately nipped it in the bud. "Wake up, Summer Reed! This is showing symptoms of trauma bonding! He's a madman and a kidnapper!" I screamed to myself.

Without pausing, he delivered a forceful kick, causing the guard to stumble and collapse onto his unconscious comrade. Returning his blade to its sheath, Anom glanced towards the camp before pivoting and sprinting toward the entrance of the ruins. Moments later, the sound of footsteps echoed as the vice leader and two additional guards arrived, alerted by the commotion and giving chase without hesitation. … Anom approached the entrance with caution, his experience as a seasoned thief urging him to exercise prudence. Having encountered various ruins during his travels, he understood the perils that lay within. Ancient civilizations often devised intricate traps that posed challenges even to m

But her bright smile and sweet personality got rid of any negative thoughts that I had. Christine Gyamfi Stanzolio is the Light to my Shadow.

O’er cliff and cave, through mist and gloom, She carries life back to the womb. A phantom swift, a breath, a sigh, The thief who makes the dragons cry. Skylar I jolt awake, disoriented because of the very real dream I was having where a golden dragon was talking to me. I shake my head. Okay, maybe that wasn’t a dream. Maybe that was real. Or was it? “My lady! My lady, you have to get up. The thief stole the egg! King Augustus is furious!” one of my maids says.

he said bowing down to her. After a few moments of silence, he looked at her waiting for her to respond. She nodded at him; he couldn’t tell if she was smiling or not. Everything in him told him that Phenix is his bunny love, his mate but how could it be? She’s blind, Phenix isn’t but he’s more than sure she’s, his mate. He couldn’t tell because of the black contacts she’s wearing; they are all wearing those contacts. He’s proud of her and knows she’s a Shadow Guard for a reason but he and Diesel still had the need to keep her safe and way from danger. “May I know your true identity?” he whispered, stepping closer to her.

His wink is quick, magnetic, before he kneels, flexing his muscles. I watch, transfixed, as the ten men dissolve into shadows, waifs that dance into the wind. They spiral around him, then sink into his back, disintegrating into the black markings of the tribal tattoo etched across his skin. The last shadow smooths into his vertebrae, and Phantom rises, body taut, power humming beneath his flesh. “Those guards are a part of you? Is that why your parents named you Phantom?”

The man blindly attacked Lux ​​causing him to fall off his footing. "Who are you really? Why do you have the power of neart too?” asked the man with a panicked face as he sat down on the floor. Lux who was already approaching him, she squatted down and smiled. "Me? I'm the vice-leader of the Blue Starlight team. I'm here to arrest you, because you are the leader of this crime,” Lux explained. "That's not possible. How can a girl become the vice-leader of the Blue Starlights?”

“It absorbed her. Took her whole A-Class rating for itself.” Before we can process this new, upgraded nightmare, another sound reaches us. Not from the statue. From the jungle. A rustling. A shuffling. Then the unmistakable, gathering thunder of countless footsteps. “Lights, Marcus. Now,” Liam commands. Marcus doesn’t hesitate. He pulls a small, orb-like Artifact from his belt and crushes it in his fist. It doesn’t explode. It blooms, releasing a cool, unwavering white radiance that pushes back the darkness for a fifty-yard radius.

Two years ago, my older sister Jaslyn and I were trapped in a housefire. The firefighters told Mom she had to make a choice. They could only save one of us. Mom chose me because I was closer to the door. Later, when she learned that the fire had been caused by us breaking into the neighbor's house to steal stuff, she grabbed me by the hair and yelled at me. "Your sister Jaslyn was a model student. There's no way she would steal anything. "You're the thief! If it weren't for you, she wouldn't have died!" From then on, I wasn't allowed to eat good food or wear nice clothes. Every day, I had to kneel before Jaslyn's portrait and atone for my sins. One day, the class fund went missing at

That blade. I closed my eyes, letting the darkness behind my eyelids reconstruct the memory. The dark titanium alloy. The distinct, weighted crossguard shaped like a weeping willow leaf. It wasn't a modern tactical design. It was old-world craftsmanship, built specifically for close-quarters executions where Kevlar couldn't protect the target. Years ago, before I consolidated the Thorne empire, the eastern syndicates used to whisper bedtime stories about an elite phantom assassin who worked exclusively for the highest bidders. An untraceable phantom known only as Ghost.