Phantasm The Tall Man Novels & Stories

"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.

it shouted. That gesture was not random. Felix had used the simplest soul attack technique from the Phaeron Codex while intentionally weakening his soul energy. After all, Xena had warned against instant kills, as the Phantoms' arrival served to gather information. This was his only option. The Phantom staggered in circles, clutching its head before collapsing. Though it appeared unharmed, its soul was destroyed, and it was now dead. The three mouths dissipated, revealing a blonde middle-aged man.

"How do I know? All I want to see is his godly figure, and that is all I'm here for!" The lady reporter shook her head at the man beside her and looked around for the man in question! "You pervert, stop lusting over men's bodies and do some real work here!" "Shut up! I told you I'm already doing my best!" They were still talking when the door to the conference hall was pushed open and a man in an all-black tuxedo walked in. He had a god-like figure and was about 181 metres tall. His figure was mouth-watering and made the women around him drool over him.

her voice trembled. “don’t think about anything, just go and talk to him, look that lady might be going to use restroom, don’t waste a second” Sara advised after she noticed that the lady with Oscar had left her seat. Nina gathered her emotions and went to Oscar, who was sitting at ease and was looking at his mobile, he was in a white shirt and black pant and sleeves were well rolled. He was wearing a decent watch and his hairs were giving wet look and elegance was there in his overall look and dressing. He was over 6 feet in his early 30’s with a well-maintained beard which was adding his masculinity.

They walked with a sway as if they were dancing. It was a group of five people. The face of the man, who led the group, was painted with the makeup of the devil. He was very tall, at least 190cm in height. He was followed by the other four as they walked toward the side of the mountain village where Andraste’s grave was located. This group of men walked without a sound like they were ghosts. Soon, the group of five arrived before Andraste’s tomb. They stood before it for about ten seconds. Then, the man in the lead burst out laughing.

She always has been a fast runner; it was more than easy for her. The village was quiet, everything froze. The first snows were weeks away. Something was wrong. The distance was getting shorter and shorter with each passing second, until suddenly the man stopped in his tracks. He looked at the tall man. Her gaze went from her husband to the tall man; the man's height was strange. He must have been ten feet tall. The man's fur coat was entire blue as was his fur hat. The gloves were red; his long beard was golden in color.

This area's closed off. … Tessa opened her eyes, startled, and looked toward the noise. One of the set crew was fawning over a tall man. It was April, barely in the 50s, but the man wore just a denim shirt and sturdy pants. Standing at 6'3", he towered over the crowd, broad and solid. A cigarette dangled from his fingers as he frowned at someone, his face covered in messy stubble, looking every bit the eccentric artist. But she knew that under that scruff was a face that could rival any movie star's.