Phantasm The Tall Man Novels & Stories

he points at the staircase. Strange. I would have expected them to follow my every move, making sure I do nothing but exactly what Rhys ordered. In fact, shouldn’t they get the file for me and send me on my way before I so much as set foot in the living room? I pass a brown-haired, insanely tall man on the staircase. He is wearing pajamas and looks less terrifying than the other soldiers, but I know not to let his looks deceive me. This man appears to be comfortable here, which must mean he is closest to Rhys. That makes him the most dangerous. I offer a quick wave and disappear up the stairs.

“Not that I’d brag or anything.” Seraphine raised an eyebrow. “Right. Subtle.” Mina rolled her eyes. “Dragon boys and Djinn. Always dramatic.” Finally, Lyra spoke, her voice lower, carrying an almost silky quality. “Castle Tenebrae, castle of the Dreamwalkers, incubi, illusionists. I’m Phantasm. We bend dreams and emotions into shape, weaving illusions so real they can make you laugh, cry, or break.” Her gaze lingered on Seraphine, steady, knowing. “People say Phantasms blur the line between reality and desire. That’s why they fear us.”

The tall man grabbed Nelanian by the throat and pulled his face closer to his, staring him down with drunken eyes. what is so special about you that the lab had to send me all this way to find you? No matter, as so long as I get my pay I have no business knowing who the hell you are, he said, slipping multiple drops of the potion in the vial into Nelanians half open mouth. Nelanian tried to spit it out, some going on the tall mans stubby beard, but it had been already too late, a generous amount had flowed into his throat and down to his stomach. He already begun to feel the effects. His eyes became increasingly heavily, harder to control by the minute as he struggled to keep his eyelids fro

when the girl was about to get down, the tall man slanted the cycle till her foot reaches the ground. The car door opened and a tall young man came out. He was around 6 ft tall, probably in his mid-twenties and had a well-built body, well-maintained hair but an aloof face. He carried his laptop in one hand and took out his black-rimmed rectangular specs from the small case before closing the door. When he entered the park, he saw the pair of a tall man and a short girl jogging together. He chuckled when he noticed that only the tall man was jogging, the short girl has to run because of her small steps to match the speed.

There was something ethereal about them, and it made me equal parts unnerved and at peace which was an odd dichotomy. I recognized the taller man from the dreams. He stood tall, well over 6 feet. His black hair was pulled back into a man bun, and his brown eyes glowed in the dim light from the house. The sun had yet to rise, but it would not be long before it did.

She put her hands over her mouth to prevent herself from whimpering. A voice so deep that it made the contents of the cart rumble resounded through the early morning. The men looked on in disbelief. A giant spectre, three-hundred feet tall, stood at the end of the road, with one foot at either side of the path. The mammoth man was slender and dressed in all black so that he was at first difficult to distinguish from the darkness. He wore long pants and a long-sleeved shirt. He was barefooted and his straw hat obscured the top half of his face. They could see the tan skin of his jaw and the white of his large, sharp teeth. “You may pass once you have handed over the maiden to me,” he thundere

I ran faster to catch up with him but I still couldn’t see his tall figure. "Angelo?!" I called for him but there was no answer. Where did that brat go? I looked around and was astounded to see a familiar enormous manor from afar. "Shit! Am I dreaming again?" "No little lady. You are not." I heard a chilly voice and I instantly shot my eyes from my left where I heard the voice and there I saw a tall and very pale man with long raven black hair hanging loosely on his pale face, leaning on the big oak tree. This was definitely a dream. That monstrous manor and that big oak tree were completely identical to my dream! I pinched my arm and winced as I felt the pain.

I walk towards the main gate of Killian's property, cursing myself how I'm supposed to leave when the gates are locked. " Hi. Mr. Black asked me to drive you home." A voice says behind me. I twirl around at once, coming face to face with a tall man. He's dressed formally in a suit. Strong face, well, good looking too. " This way please." He says, turning around back to Killian's million dollar mansion.

the man said as he stood up. "well the food might have not finally made the impression you want it to make but it still made an impression more than your chubby man transformation, you see not everybody has a good impression of Chubby people, i know Mammon and he sure don't strike a good impression to me, but sure i will try to see if I can get poker face to join with me, so now can two people teleport with one token?" Thanatos asked. "you know this wasn't my real appearance?" the man asked Thanatos.

- Jimboy if it was a zombie it was too big! it was colossal! having a frame of 3 story building if it found us we will all die!! because of this theory, we don't do any unnecessary movement even though the fog was thick it is better to be careful and do nothing stupid! the sound stop and shaking is also along with it all of us feels despair to the sudden happening "I hope that thing doesn't go near us..."- Bhlezy "yes"- Kaye because of the things Phil named the Mananaggal and the colossal thing