Phantasm The Tall Man Novels & Stories

Jael smirked as she said mischievously. Lucia glared at her, abashed. She also wanted to know why Leon was there but didn’t come into their room. As they continued eating, the private room door was pushed open from outside again. Thinking that it was the waiter was there again to deliver something else, they all looked at the door casually. But soon they were all stunned, as it wasn’t the waiter that came, but a young man with a built of about 1.8 meters in height. He had a firm jaw, a high nose bridge. Although he looked handsome and flirtatious at a glance, he exuded a natural aura that made people distance themselves from him. Especially his eyes that looked dark and bright like an eagles

I sat in the chair nearest the door because sitting nearest the door felt like the right instinct, and I waited, and the house waited around me, and nobody spoke. Then the front door opened. The man who walked in was tall, not as tall as Damien but close, with lighter colouring and a face that shared certain features with Damien's the way different editions of the same book share a cover. You could see the connection if you were looking for it. The jaw, the set of the eyes, the particular way he held himself like he had grown up being told he was important and then at some point stopped believing it. He was maybe thirty. He was wearing a jacket that had been expensive once and was not anymor

Followed by the unmistakable sound of footsteps. Not running. Walking. Slowly. Deliberately. Someone... Or something... Was coming from inside the Vault. The footsteps grew louder with every passing second. Marcus's voice dropped to a whisper. "Whatever comes through that door..." He tightened his grip on his pistol. "...I don't think it's been disturbed for a very long time." The shadows inside the corridor shifted. Then a figure appeared. Tall. Motionless. Standing just beyond the golden light. For one terrifying moment, I thought it was a ghost.

WE’RE HERE JUST TO TAKE THE FUCKIN FALL, WERE BEING USED AS FUCKIN BAIT” "YOU FUCKIN DUMB TWIT” the tall man spoke up ”THEY SENT US CAUSE THEY KNOW WE’D GET THE JOB DONE, THEIR SENDING US BACKUP. WE’RE DOING THIS AND WE DOING THIS SHIT TONIGHT, SO FIND YOUR FUCKIN BACK BONE MAN CAUSE WE GOTTA TAKE DOWN AS MANY AS WE FUCKIN CAN AND I DONT WANT SOME MOTHA FUCKIN PUSSY BY MY SIDE”

“If you could, would you go back to The Hive?” “Yes, only to find one person. There has only been one person in this world who gave me a run for my money. It’s not as important to me anymore, but for a long time all I wanted to do is find the person.” Pausing he rubbed a hand against his jaw. “They call him Phantom.” A laugh left his mouth without any humor, “And people call me Ghost. The irony with the names is not lost on me.” I took a long sip of wine. Not sure how to respond. “It does seem quite clever.”

Someone had been controlling their bodies, which also made them seem like zombies. Thus, it was now clear to him that they hadn't turned into zombies after all. And from the looks of it, the perpetrator was this mysterious old man in black. Pointing at Roy and the others, Cassian questioned, "So, you killed all these people?" "And you guys will soon be joining them." Phantom looked at Fiona and let out a sinister chuckle. "But if you're willing to be my missus, though, you won't have to die." Missus was slang for wife in Thimberton.

"I burned this place down. This isn't real." He looked at his hands. They were clean. No black rot. No scars. He was wearing his wedding tuxedo, the fabric crisp and expensive. "It’s real enough, brother." The voice came from everywhere and nowhere. It dripped from the ceiling like viscous oil. At the far end of the hallway, the shadows coalesced. They didn't form a monster. They didn't form a demon. They formed a man. A man who was exactly six feet two inches tall. A man with broad shoulders, piercing blue eyes, and a jawline that could cut glass.

Zahra, Rylee, and Cora were looking at Lucas' back figure, horrified. They noticed the slightly scrawny back figure before them was just like a demon existing from ancient times and was rather domineering. "Who dares to intrude my Silvery Snow Palace?!" Suddenly, a thunderous voice appeared. Then, a man with a huge physique showed up before Lucas. That man was in his 40s and was having a height of about three meters, just like a metallic tower, giving off intense pressure.

Then the rift disappeared, and the golden light disappeared, leaving only that person standing in the starry sky. This man was much taller than ordinary people. He was about 2.5 meters. The most important thing was that he was not an ordinary person. He seemed to be a disciple of Buddhism. He was bald with big ears. He was not ugly, and there was a huge word -- Wan -- faintly shining with golden light behind him. After a long time, this person slowly raised his head and looked over. However, the crowd all felt a chill run down their spines. With merely a single glance, they felt as if they would be destroyed.

Raiden heard that familiar, deep voice and thought he was hallucinating at first. He stood up and pinched Bryant’s face hard. "You heard that too, right?" Bryant didn’t answer, but he nodded. He had clearly heard that voice just now. But the two of them stood still, looking around, yet saw no sign of anyone. It was said that places where people had died carried a heavy air of gloom. Could they both be hallucinating? It wasn’t until a tall figure, exuding an aura of dominance, emerged from the darkness that they dared to confirm—the Manuel before them was very much alive.