Light Phantom Thief Novels & Stories

To enter, we had to climb the External Stair, a narrow, railing-less ledge that wound around the tower like a thread on a screw. "Philip, stay with the children at the base," Kaelen commanded, but Philip shook his head, his sightless eyes fixed upward. "No, Duke Thorne. A Lighthouse is a place of observation. And in this world, 'observation' is the only thing a blind man does perfectly. I can feel the pulse. It’s a Thorne pulse." I felt a jolt of ice in my veins. "Philip... what are you saying?" "The light is being fueled by a debt that hasn't been settled," Philip said softly. "The Lighthouse doesn't just show the way; it shows the Cost."

Out of those 15, one of them was Archie Foster. After he received the information about Phantom’s location, he had teleported inside Glitch with his most efficient team of 14 hunters. He had gathered his strongest men to hunt him down. Archie was at Solar Plexus Chakra stage. After realizing that Phantom is only at the Sacral Chakra Stage–one stage below him–his rage was off the charts. After the hijack, Archie's reputation as the upcoming CEO of the Pinnacle Industries had suffered quite a bit, not to mention he got zero profit from the Manticore’s hunt. Archie gazed from the top of the tree. He soon spotted him and realized he was the same Black Armored thief.

THREAT: HIGH-AGILITY. The four Phantoms didn't issue a warning. Their sleek chrome heads split open, revealing glowing, violet laser emitters. They moved with blinding speed, leaping silently off the walls and ceiling, rushing down the hallway toward the intruders. "Contact!" Ren shouted, dropping to one knee. He didn't use the scope. At this range, and with their speed, it was pure instinct. CRACK. The sabot round caught the lead Phantom mid-leap, shattering its chrome chassis and sending it spinning into a priceless holographic painting of a waterfall.

Two other candelabra stood at the center and at the other end of the table, lighting the faces of the wielder dining in with a blast of deep crimson. Shiela munched the last of her rice before clearing her throat and saying, in a rather clear and important voice, “Zorphe is already under the enemy’s clutch. While doing patrol, we had to separate in two teams and sneak around to not get noticed by these wielders.” She sighed as she twirled the spoon in her hand. “There are two groups threatening this land. One, those masters they called ‘Phantoms,’ which as their name suggest, a bodiless (not the literal one, she added to the horrified look on the Magistrates faces) wielders whose a master of

Still, she held tighter. At the same moment, Lazarus dove in with twin glowing shadow-wrist reapers, which materialized into a phantom arm of pure night. It whipped around Peirce’s midsection, bracing him as Lazarus skidded backward, his boots tearing trenches in the cracked forest floor. Then, from behind, Luna’s elder sisters lunged—each clutching the glowing phantom arm. With brute force and gritted teeth, they tried to pull Peirce back from the brink.

Phantom stood under a shade covered by the night shadows. He checked his watch. She wasn’t late but he needed to be out of Laod before anyone discovered he was gone. He paced a few steps away and back, driving his fingers into his hair. The blonde hair was gone now and so was the blue contact lenses. He hated the lens anyway. From a distance a car came to stop in front of an all night bar. Phantom moved away to avoid being detected by the glare of the headlights.

Couldn’t very well have him out here in his usual work uniform. *You’re a Shadow afterall, I doubt they would approve of this,* I tease, over mind-link. He makes a face. All he’s been talking about is getting out from Godfrey’s thumb, and we are going to work on that but it isn’t a quick thing. *You’re my fucking mate. Your revenge is mine too. Of course I want to take out anyone who harmed you,* he simply says, then turns his head back toward the large building that sits like a beacon in the night. Half a dozen large pole lights in the parking lot provide the majority of light in the deserted space. Only six cars are parked around the back, and you’d never guess a building that houses the m

While retreating, Cassian muttered the incantation, "Let the might of lightning gather. Let the heavens quake and the earth be torn asunder. Let all the wicked and the vile be turned to dust in but an instant. By the power of Mother Earth, I summon a reckoning!" All at once, Phantom sensed danger. He was about to stop when he saw something in Cassian's hand. "That's… a Madiora enchantment?" Phantom's expression stiffened. He watched as the Madiora enchantment burst into flames before turning into a bolt of lightning. "Damn it!" He immediately tried to step back, but it was too late. The bolt of lightning descended from the sky and struck him. Blood sprayed in every direction as one of his ar

The thick silver gate trapping me was violently kicked from inside, bent and broken by brute force! The dust settled slowly. Through the dim light, the phantom of an 18-year-old werewolf in a white shirt emerged, carrying me out step by step. Stunned, Ronan turned. He came face-to-face with the nightmare that would haunt him for the rest of his life.

Amara choked back a scream, her hot breath blasting against the palm of my hand. "Do not look," I murmured down at her. Her eyelids fluttered shut, and I felt a warm, wet moisture trickling down my fingers. She was weeping for strangers. For wolves she didn't even know. "Tade," I rumbled into my collar comm. "Bring the Shadowfang Phantom to the eastern coordinates now." Within thirty seconds, the massive armored vehicle skidded to a halt on the grass path, its headlights cut to avoid detection. Tade threw the heavy rear door open from the inside. "Get in, Alpha!"