Novel & Cerita Light Phantom Thief

A voice rang, Sorrena growled and instantly became a wolf, a giant-sized beast, jason saw a shadow moving towards them, the mist seemed to clear for it, then it came into view, It was a man, tall and lean, eyes that had irises that shone as black as dye, an evil look that seemed to radiate, he had pale skin with a short beard and bald head, he gave jason a blank look with a smirk at the left part of his mouth, "So, you're the one that's been making the light gods active?, a shame to die here" he said, He was the carbon copy of tafrel, his cloak seemed to shimmer in the sun, the mist hung tightly to his back,

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?”

“The second time I saw her at the mall, when I went there to pick my mom. I remember a thief was robbing someone, when she caught the thief and rescued the purse.” “What? She caught a thief?” Asked Maverick, amused at the fact. “Yes, and not just that her fighting skills were remarkable. They were totally like someone properly trained, not of someone with this kind of simple academic background.” Told Nick. Maverick couldn't hold himself and started laughing. He said while laughing, “So you are saying that she fought a thief. You definitely have an amazing taste. You got yourself a wild cat.” Nick smirked, hearing him and replied, “I know how to tame wild cats. Find the CCTV footage of the m

I had never called a woman that, and even though she was one. She pulled her mask off and dropped it with a flourish. She was fūcking mocking me... I growled again, struggling against the metal cuffs. I tried to shift and break it, but the handcuffs were made of Styrodian, an unbreakable metal, and had some kind of herbs or magic in them which stopped the shifting. With a bow to me, the little thief disappeared into the night.

When they turned the corner of Sector C, the security lights flickered again—just long enough for Adriana to catch a glimpse. A shadow slipping through the hall. Tall. Agile. Ghostlike. “There!” she shouted. Gunfire erupted, echoing off the marble walls, but the Phantom was already gone, vanishing through a ventilation shaft with impossible speed. “They’re not trying to kill,” Adriana breathed. “They’re here for something.” And she was right. Deep beneath the mansion, in a reinforced archive room, the Phantom stood before a biometric safe. A single black-gloved hand pressed against the scanner. A click. The door opened.

The violet shockwave had leveled the spires of "New Symmetry," leaving only a jagged scar of rusted titanium in the earth. In the center of the wreckage, Elian lay unconscious, his breathing shallow but steady. Standing over him, pulsing with a cold, blue-white luminescence, was the Billionaire Shadow. It was Leo as he appeared in Chapter 1: the tailored three-piece suit, the diamond cufflinks, the eyes like polished flint. He was the "Symmetry" of the Thorne Foundation made manifest—a ghost of ego and absolute control.

The black silk of her gown ghosted around her legs, a siren’s shadow against the sterile glass. Lucas walked ahead, his movements calculated, fluid. The thief had become conductor, orchestrating the pulse of the night itself. Every word from his lips was soft command. “Left. Three cameras. Stay close to the wall.” She obeyed, heart hammering. Every instruction drew her deeper—past steel, past fear, past the part of herself that once believed she was untouchable. They reached the final vault, its door an obsidian iris of polished alloy. Lucas withdrew a small device, the kind whispered about in circles that traded in the impossible. Wires glowed briefly under his fingers, blue light pulsing i

The world was being eaten by a blank screen, and the Iron Mountain was the last island left in a sea of nothingness. --- ### The Shadow at the Border A single figure stood at the edge of the void, right where the grass turned to white. It wasn't a wolf. It wasn't a Hunter. It was a small, pale boy holding a golden pocket watch. He looked exactly like a younger version of **Aris Vance**. "The Board is gone, Sister," the boy said, his voice a chilling, high-pitched echo. "But the 'Audit' never ends. I am the **Liquidator**. And I’ve come to collect the final 'Asset'."

"The thought had crossed my mind." "I've been looking for Phantom for three years." He turned to face me, those silver eyes studying my face with unsettling intensity. "Imagine my surprise when I finally track the digital signature to a cheap motel on the edge of the city—and discover that the legendary hacker is actually the rejected Luna of the Blackwood Pack." My blood ran cold. "How did you—"

"Cold, isn't it?" Spinning on his heels, the phantom automatically got into a defensive stance. One didn't know when the bronze statue of the man started moving. The phantom narrowed his eyes. No, it wasn't the statue moving but it's shadow. In it stood another robed figure that had entered the venue completely unnoticed. Something white flickered in between the new shadows fingers before he lightly threw it at the phantom. Cautiously, the phantom caught it out of the air. It was a bone coin with three stars engraved in it. The phantom sent it back to its owner, but his stance relaxed visibly. "Everyone thought you were dead."