Light Phantom Thief Novels & Stories

"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

“What exactly do you think I am?” Nick looked away from her, he took in a gulp of air, “A Shadow Dweller, someone who can see both good and evil in people.” he said looking down at her hands. “Your hands are turning purple, so it's happening. When you come of age, you'll have to make a choice. Everyone does.”

I just have to make sure that they want to hire me first. When I walk in, nobody takes a second look at me at first. Not until I pull down the hood of my cloak and they see my long brown hair flowing down my back. Nobody but nobility normally grows their hair long as it just gets in the way of the commoner's lives. I have always been a thief so as long as I pull my hair back it has never bothered me much. It is not much but it is the only thing of mine that is truly mine and I do not want to see it go.

"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."

The Bohnwer Light clashed with the black energy, flashing left and right in the void. Countless phantoms emerged from Qadeer’s body, heading straight into the void and quickly surrounding the gray energy. However, they did not attack relentlessly. Instead, they moved around as if playing in an attempt to humiliate Taichu. “Bastard!” Taichu roared and unleashed Bohnwer Lights. However, the explosion and spread of the Bohnwer Lights only pushed back Qadeer’s phantoms and failed to break through the encirclement.

She takes my hand in hers and squeezes it gently. "We are werewolves, not monsters," she says softly. "Our pack is called the Shadows and is led by Gabriel Valley. He became our leader after his father's death some months ago." I sigh and turn to look at her. Her blue eyes look sad as she stares at me. "I promise you my child, you are not a monster. Being different is your greatest power," she whispers, grazing her fingers across my eyebrows. "You'll see," she adds with a faint smile. I stare at her drowning in my thoughts. I think about everything. Me. Them. The pack. I'd have sworn last night was just a dream but I know what I saw and felt. It was all too real. "Your father and I are going

Every flickering light, every distant explosion, was a reminder of their impending obsolescence. "I’ve found the 'Thorne' vulnerability," Leo Remy announced, his voice filled with a sudden, sharp clarity. "Silas built a 'Master Override' into the core’s cooling system—a legacy protocol from the original Metro City grid. He thought it was buried too deep for anyone to find, but it’s still there." "And I’ve integrated the 'Shadow Code' into the override," Elias added, his fingers flying across his terminal. "Jade, I need you to synchronize the Phoenix Mafia’s analog jammers with the code’s pulse. We need a physical 'void' to match the digital one."

As we chatted, Thomas came over with a bowl of piping hot special mushroom soup and a few small dishes for me. In the blink of an eye, the butler and the other servants had vanished from sight. He watched me until I had finished everything, then he finally relaxed and leaned back on the sofa. Without any preamble, he asked me, "I've agreed to help you get your revenge on him."

With a dull thump, the car door slams shut. Ahead, the city lights are icy and piercing, like blades in the dark. In the tinted window, I see my reflection. Ophelia Barclay is no longer the girl staring back at me. She is a spirit. A weapon. A pawn with survival instincts and silk. The cold plastic of the burner phone bites into my palm as I grip it more tightly. Ludwig says, "You belong to me now, little thief," and I can still hear it in my mind.