Light Phantom Thief Novels & Stories

Below the dais stood six guards; three on either side of the thrones above them; garbed in purple robes, as was the norm for all members of the Coven. The trio stopped just a few feet away from the dais and stood shoulder-to-shoulder to face what this day would bring. Emily—as always—was carefully placed between the two men. Lilith sat on her throne with her bat-like wings wrapped forward toward her arms. Her blond curls were long and draped down her back with an occasional stray tendril bouncing around her shoulders in a deliberately careless style. She wore tight black pants that looked like leather and a white shirt with a ruffled front and flowing sleeves, giving her the appearance of a

“He stole from me and his employees. We know that. Do we really need to discuss it?” “Do you have to be so coldhearted?” Lara demanded, abruptly unfreezing from the spot to move forward in unconscious appeal. “He made a huge error of judgment…” “The prisons are full of people who make huge errors,” he incised, his nostrils flaring. “Theft… Such a sordid crime and yet so personal…” “P-personal?” Involuntarily, Lara stammered. “It was for your sake alone that I bought ‘Miller Engineering’ at an inflated price. What you might call a gesture of good faith towards your family… Good faith?”

"The statue is a trap! Follow the red coat! She’s the only one who isn't stone!" The crowd surged toward the flickering Gate Four. The Phantom looked back at the security camera, her silver-gray eyes unblinking, a slow, tectonic smile stretching her stolen lips. She reached out her hand, her long, mercury-slicked fingers closing around Toby’s wrist, and she stepped into the shadow of the airlock, the manual release bar already in her grip.

Thankfully, between the poor lighting and hiding behind Felix, Luna couldn't see this, or she might have fainted from terror. "Mind if I make a quick call?" he asked. The Phantom paused at Felix's request, then laughed and said, "Haha! You think I'm foolish enough to let you call the cops? Just let me eat you." The Phantom moved with shocking speed, matching that of a Transcendence Realm master. But Felix moved faster, sending it flying with a palm strike that shattered its legs. Felix frowned. This might be one of the A-tier Malevolent Phantoms Xena mentioned. His palm strike only broke its legs, and its speed plus the scale of killing suggested as much.

"It’s a phantom. Someone hired a shadow who looks exactly like her to infiltrate my grounds, knowing my guards would hesitate to shoot the woman who used to be my fiancé. She’s working for Lawrence Freeheight, and she just stole the keys to my kingdom." The drive back was a blur of roaring engines and burning rubber. The morning sun was fully up now, casting harsh, bright light over the smoking ruins of my western boundary wall as we blew through the shattered gates. I didn't wait for the vehicle to come to a complete stop; I threw the door open and stormed into the mansion, my boots pounding a frantic, murderous rhythm against the marble staircase. I kicked my study door off its hinges, my

The folds of his dark cloak ad leather straps are rendered in detailed texture. The distant looters continue walking down the street, carrying sacks of their own, reinforcing the idea that groups of scavengers are moving through the city. The sight of common thugs looting abandoned buildings and stalls brough a sharp, frustrated curse from Luz’s lips. His amber eyes narrowed at the pathetic spectacle. “Darm,” he commanded without slowing his pace. “A quick demonstration. Show these fools what happens when they get in our way.” Darm did not hesitate. A single bold of purple lighting shot from his fingertips, striking the lead thug’s shoulder and sending him sprawling into a pile of broken pot

At last, they saw a black light appear in front of the conference table. Shortly after, a phantom appeared in place of the light! The phantom had hair draped all over his shoulders. He was wearing black robes, and his pale face had two bloody striations that were red in color. "Dark Phantom!" Sergio and Cameron were stunned. Legend had that the skill was only possessed by Rank 10 Dark Races. "I’m Bryson, and to all the powerful human fighters of Sky Blue Base City, I'm looking for a human Genetic Fighter that once appeared in Sky Blue Base City.

“Do you really think your shadows can overpower the light? My light?” Thalion laughed, the sound echoing eerily in the chamber. “Light is nothing but a temporary illusion, my old friend. It flickers and fades. Shadows endure. Or… have you forgotten our good old days?” He extended his hand, and the walls of the chamber trembled. Grotesque figures emerged from the stone, phantoms of despair that howled and screeched as they launched themselves at Lucifer. Trying its best to inflict damage upon him.

"If we can't smash it, we melt it! Just keep the light away from the mirrors!" "The phantoms are feeding on the light, Commander! Every time Sofia flares her resonance, they get stronger!" Zilo shouted from the balcony above, his voice high with desperation. Jax looked up and saw Sofia. She was a beacon of golden-sapphire energy, a sun standing in the middle of a winter storm. She was blasting the phantoms as they emerged, her power turning the mercury-ghouls into puffs of gray mist. But for every one she destroyed, ten more seemed to rise from the reflective snow. The very air was beginning to sparkle with silver dust, each speck a tiny mirror that could hold a fragment of a killer.

"He's coming here?" "He’s already at the border. He’s got a division of the Shadow Pack’s 'Glass Guards' with him. They’ve turned your mother into a focal point, Phin. A biological weapon. They’re using her Lunar frequency to track the boys." Lucian dropped his own weapon—a heavy, serrated combat knife—onto the rug. It landed with a dull thud. Then, the monster of the Vane line, the man who had burned half a city to claim a throne, sank to one knee.