Light Phantom Thief Novels & Stories

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.

Black as midnight. A phantom.

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?”

At that moment, Lumi Hawthorne suddenly spoke up, sounding incredibly surprised, "How could it be Lyra? You're just a small assistant in the costume design department. Do you even have the qualifications to attend a charity event? Did you see an opportunity to grab Marisol Sterling's diamond necklace and steal it?" In essence, Lumi Hawthorne was framing Lyra as the thief, suggesting that she was not a part of high society and therefore not qualified to be present. Her identity was merely that of an ordinary employee, and it wouldn't be surprising if she gave in to greed, especially considering the necklace's four million value, an amount she couldn't earn in her entire life! Lyra's pupils su

Hence, he managed to withdraw his energy and retreat as soon as Leon launched the Double Attack. Unfortunately, while the Scarlet Thief acted swiftly, Leon was much quicker. Leon took a huge step forward and darted toward the Scarlet Thief like a stream of smoke using the Phantom Steps as he continued to blast the Scarlet Thief with the Double Attack. "Damn it!" The Scarlet Thief's expression darkened. At the very last moment, he gritted his teeth and protected his chest from getting hit, only for Leon's attack to slam hard against his shoulder. Following the loud sound of bones cracking, the Scarlet Thief grunted and paled. The bones on his shoulder were completely shattered, and he was ins

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.