Phantasma Scooby-doo Novels & Stories

"A legal fiction, Zora. If the market thinks you're dead, they stop looking for your offshore accounts. I expected a copywriter's daughter to understand the power of a well-edited narrative." "He's... he's a phantom, Zora," Dante rumbled. His massive three-ton frame shifted, his obsidian claws leaving long, white scars across the flawless Carrara marble. A thick, dark stream of violet-tinted saliva dripped from his lower jaw, sizzling as it hit the cold stone. "His baseline... it doesn't have a heartbeat. It’s just... an interactive projection from the core frame."

Finn yells, but we all cover our eyes as the picture glows so bright, it blinds us and then, in an instant, it’s all gone, leaving us in complete blackness. Where is Mia?!

Oz cried. Behind us were floating figures in black cloaks. Their heads were almost skeleton-like and their eyes were bright red. They had long bony fingers and pale skin. They were horrifying. “I think those are the Head Phantoms!” I answered. “Keep going!” “We’re almost there!” Agaras announced. There was a dark circle just like the one Penn and I had entered to ge here. “Go!” Gwenna yelled. “Remember you have to defeat them together.” “We will.” I whispered.

The hut shines bright as the Phantoms from day and night, crawled towards the hut — invisible from man’s line of sight. When the Phantom appeared in front of Mayari Tabbu as it stood tall. The birds and rats and the mice and the roaches hid, for the smile of the Phantoms were weird and a bit crooked. And when it spoke, the eagle and the owl’s beak began to tremble in fear. Such eerie creatures were summoned by the powerful Sorceress. A hint of the past — when she was still the Alpha and Luna’s Master Sorceress. “A book you seek, a book you’ll find.” The Phantom said with a crooked smile. “You summoned us again…” And the Phantom grinned, “...what’s on your mind?”

She asked, when the phantom appeared. The being who was unbothered to hide its ugly state, gave a robotic reply to her question. "At the outskirts of the Blue Moon's Pack." it replied, and Leonarya inhaled deeply, suddenly feeling a sharp pain in her head. What was that? She thought, feeling a touch of foreign energy in her mind. As fast as she had discovered it, it disappeared the same way like it hadn't been there in the first place.

My voice bounced around the tiny apartment, thick with rage I couldn't hold back. The ceiling light started going berserk, flickering on and off wildly. A chill shot up my spine, sharper and deeper than ever before. In the corner, a patch of shadow began to twist and ripple, gathering into one spot. A human-shaped silhouette, darker than the darkness around it, slowly peeled itself out of the shadows. The figure was tall and slender—it was a woman's outline wrapped in an indistinct shroud of black mist. There was no wind, but it felt like the air had been sucked from the room in an instant. Then, an icy, emotionless voice rang out. It wasn't in my ears, but directly inside my head. "Say that

“What’s with that thing that you can slap my hands for that—” “This is a dangerous one. So don’t touch it.” “Is this related to something that could kill my life?” He nodded. “Yeah.” His eyes widened as he looked upon his watch flickering in a red colored light. “I gotta go.” “W-Wait! I still have many questions—” “Save those for later. I’ll pick you up after school.” “Hey! Wait! I will skip sch—” And again he just disappeared in a speed of light without me seeing him. I don’t know what’s happening to Doom but it’s really concerning me. Plus the fact that I still have many questions about him.

But to her decimal display she found the red finger marks holding her to a frightening shock. As she looked through the mirror a devilish laughter of a woman with canines out, completely black with hairs waving on all sides appeared. The rocking chair which was stationary earlier started moving now. Amara was almost into a panic attack. It wasn't her hallucination. She indeed experienced his torture and the woman in the mirror....she at once disappears.

The thick silver gate trapping me was violently kicked from inside, bent and broken by brute force! The dust settled slowly. Through the dim light, the phantom of an 18-year-old werewolf in a white shirt emerged, carrying me out step by step. Stunned, Ronan turned. He came face-to-face with the nightmare that would haunt him for the rest of his life.

“I can’t.” Try! He shouted in her mind. The phantom was so close now and charged at them. Absalom let out a loud bark that shook the air around her and lunged at the phantom. Somehow the phantom was thrown back even through Absalom seemed to pass right through it. But that didn’t stop it. The creature turned around and charged again at Aria.