Phantasm The Tall Man Novels & Stories

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.

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.

And then it happened. A door slammed shut somewhere behind us, followed by the unmistakable sound of metal clanging. I turned just in time to see the figure of a man emerge from behind a stack of crates. He was tall, his posture arrogant, and there was a smugness about him that made my blood run cold. "Well, well," the man said, stepping into the light. "Did you really think you could catch Le Fantôme so easily?" I felt my heart drop. This wasn’t Dumas. This wasn’t even one of his usual men. It was someone new. A setup.

She shudders, twisting away from him. “Please, leave me be.” Ash stands, pacing as Kai comes to sit by her head. “Please, it won’t be long now. Please.” Kai frowns and moves closer, rubbing her arm gently, “Baby. What’s happening? What won’t be long? Please, you’re scaring us.” She sobs, still rocking in her curled position, Suddenly Eddie bursts in with a strange man behind him. The pale skinned man is tall, unnaturally tall. Six foot ten tall, and lean. He’s wearing a long dark-blue leather coat with a white shirt, and black suit trousers with black leather boots with tired looking laces. His shoulder length curly black hair was messy, and his black beard unkempt.

Its ears had stood up straight, searching for the source of the sound, slowly breathing through its muzzle as its eyes searched round in the darkness and the woods for the one who made such sound It still had a Mark on its claws. The other had shifted back to his human form, and his pain had increased with his shifting process. He was weak beyond imagination. The Phantom was a powerful beast that night, and his strength had failed him when it came to fighting such a monstrosity. It searched until its eyes had caught the sight of something hidden within the trees. It intentionally reduced his breath, breathing slowly while it strained its eyes deeply into viewing what it had suspected to be t

This maniac was going to blow my head off. “It looks good on you. Like a little broken puppy.” He snide, tracing his filthy index at the collar he cinched around my neck. “This will keep him from killing me.” This time, he finally catches my gaze. Is that really him? My phantom. Had really come after three days? Or was it only three days have gone by? The torment felt like it went on forever. “I’m gonna give him a warm welcome him.” I just close my eyes, the last of my strength sapping out, and the last thing I remember was the voice of a familiar man.

“They never let you go.” Before we could react, a black mist swirled behind him, and from it emerged a shape—tall and draped in shifting darkness. Its face was obscured, but glowing eyes peered through the veil of shadow. A Phantom. The man turned to run, but the Phantom was faster. It lashed out, and the moment its shadowy tendrils touched him, he let out an agonized scream. His body convulsed, his face twisted in horror as he disintegrated into dust before our eyes.