Light Phantom Thief Novels & Stories

“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.

Feeling the wetness that was building up. I never felt this with Elvis, was that saying something? ”Tell you what,” he said and raised his head from looking in my bag. ”You do this job for me-no questions asked- or I take you and your bag to the cops.” I gulped, feeling worry stir in the pit of my stomach. The cops. They could choose to tie a lot of thefts to me. ”So, sweetheart,” he said, stepping closer once more.”What will it be?” * * *

When she sprinted out with the pamphlet in her hands, Kioven was impatiently pacing the carpeted ground. Kioven flattened his jet-black hair before facing the phone to the glass. A green light flashed and scanned it for a second before a loud click rang and a picture resembling a fingerprint appeared on the surface. Kioven moved away, tilting his head to urge Hera forward. Taking the hint, Hera gulped, raising her shaking forefinger and putting it exactly where the picture was. There was a tickling sensation while the green light circled her finger; another loud click and digits were revealed. The numbers were encrypted in small button-like holograms that floated in front—or was it inside?—t

The screen stabilized, the black background fading away to leave two massive, blood-red letters glowing in the center of the terminal: T. S. My nails bit into my palms so hard I broke the skin, the scent of my own blood hitting my nose. Torrent Shadow. The phantom hacker who had vanished from the global underground five years ago. The one who had cracked the Lycan Council's private vaults. The one everyone assumed was a myth, or dead. I was Torrent Shadow. But I wasn't touching a keyboard. "A ghost from the past," Lucien muttered, his eyes narrowing into slits as he stared at the red letters. "The phantom."

"We just want to be prepared. Know what we're in for." He sighs and runs a hand through his short dark hair. Then he seems to pull himself together and nods his head. " Well, first off, he's a legend for a reason. The worst of the worst. All he cares about is blood." "Blood?" I ask, confused. He nods. "All Thantos cares about is blood. His pack is solely made up of pureblooded, born, wolves." "Wait, I thought he took in all the wolves that bowed down to him twenty years ago. That must've included made wolves."

Prove you've still got it. If you're interested, respond to this email. We'll send details. Don't let them keep you in a cage, Luna. You were meant to fly. - Phantom I read it again. And again. Shadow_Cipher. That was my handle. My identity before I became Mrs. Damon Blackwood. Before I became nothing. I had been the best hacker in the underground. Untraceable. Unstoppable. I could break into anything. I had turned down million-dollar offers. I had been feared and respected.

"Naomi wants deep-dish pizza. Let’s leave early tomorrow." I shut the laptop and headed back to my room. The second I pushed open the door, an overpoweringly sweet perfume hit me in the face. My princess-style bedroom had been turned into a bunk bed setup. The desk that used to hold all my academic trophies was now covered in Naomi Gibson’s lipstick, foundation bottles, and half a box of leaking strawberries. This room had stopped belonging to me a long time ago. I climbed onto the top bunk and froze when I saw my pillow. That day came crashing back into my mind all over again. Cameron Morrow had ripped Naomi’s exam admission ticket out from inside my pillowcase and hurled it straight at my

It is the only way to request a job be done by me since there is no way to reach me, a precaution I took to avoid being assassinated or discovered myself. No one knows what I look like and no one knows where I live. The name given to me at birth, Tessa, was buried that day ten years ago when I began running. Instead, I use many different aliases for the purchase of my many safehouses scattered around the Underworld. I’ve developed my costume over time, and I’d like to think I look pretty badass. I wear a skintight, full body, black outfit. A mask always covers the sharp features of my face, only revealing my piercing emerald-green eyes which are cast in the shadow of a black hood I wear. I h