Phantom Ganondorf 소설 & 이야기

His gaze fixated on the young man—Echo Zero Estarossa, the prince of the northern land, and one of his students. Echo moves like a flash in the wind and his fast speed gives him more advantage. In just a second, he killed a lot of goblins using his gigantic sword that a famous giant blacksmith made only for him. Xandra stared at Echo and smiled. “Not bad, Echo.” Xandra uttered when Echo stopped to greet her. “My Lady, you know me?” Echo asked while his eyes sparkled.

While snacking on her lunch, Maria paid attention to the words her grandfather was saying. "Phantom beats are sinister and vile creatures that feed on human flesh and fears. They are extremely dangerous and are twice as hard to take down compared to regular magical beasts. Luckily, you'll never have to encounter such creatures, since beast-types outnumber phantom-type creatures. But if you ever encounter one... run." The heavy, intense gaze of her grandfather caused a cold chill to sweep over Maria's body.

It was because I was a hybrid: a mix of both them which was frowned upon. The figure finally decided to come out of its shell by stepping where the light was. It was a boy or a man: I don't know since his face was still not clear. He was tall; around six feet and five inches. He had a silver hair that was slicked back on the front and undercut on its sides. His ripped arms were surrounded by tattoos of animals and some scripting. He had the same blades that I had in his hands with a belt that contained steel that had claws at the end. We called it Gluon fragmentor drill: in short GFD. It was used to clutch on an object such as trees or walls when you are flying.

I said, the word tasting like ash. “Savior? You're a fool. Fool enough that you never once wondered why a lone omega was left alive in the territory during a rogue massacre?” His grin widened, teeth flashing. “Because it was all part of the plan.” My stomach dropped into the pit of my ribs. The Dreadlord’s name slithered through the hallway, freezing the blood in my veins. Ghon bowed slightly, tapping his chest with a flourish. “Allow me to introduce myself properly. My name is Ghon... the Dread's pack most expert assassin. And my weapon…,” his smile deepened, “…is my pheromones.”

Phantom crossed his legs and leaned against the couch casually. He narrowed his eyes and appraised Lucille, who was dressed in allblack, only revealing her eyes. "Did you say you're Inkbrush?" Lucille also appraised him. Phantom was Ghosthorn's top dog and called the shots there. There was one thing that surprised her, though—he was younger than she'd expected and quite handsome. He'd deep-set eyes and a tall nose. His had tanned skin and a small scar on his forehead. It didn't detract from his good looks, though. On the contrary, it left one with a deep impression. It was as if it was his trademark.

I was getting hot at his voice this time. It wasn't what I heard the other day. The Xander here seemed to be different from the one I met; a different person with the same face, and he didn't recognize me. "Then let's see how you will do that." Hutton huffed before taking me to his chair gently. "Is that man over there, Xander?" I asked, glancing back. "You see how he looks? When he would shift into his beast, you would find out how powerful he is. Let's see how you would survive, little witch!" Hutton scoffed, giving a bit of space between us on the chair we sat on.

Then there were the two goblins and a bodach, sitting at the table nearby. A bodach is a nasty male fairy whose pastimes include stealing human children. This particular one was old-man-thin with sagging, jaundiced skin and bulging, cloudy, blue eyes. Eyes which he set on us with shocked glee. Conri started to growl and stepped forward while Tiernan pulled his sword, but I went between them, held up a hand, and blew harshly across my fingertips.

Countless phantoms emerged, accompanied by a sinister gale, charging toward the old priest. "How dare you use such filthy tactics against me?! Begone!" Father Lysander joined his hands and summoned mystique energy that effortlessly crushed the oncoming phantoms. His power was particularly effective against ghosts, obliterating them with a simple gesture. "You're an evil tree, collaborating with Great Master Pearce over the years. I will destroy you today and flatten this mountain. You shall no longer terrorize these lands!" Father Lysander charged toward the tree, unstoppable thanks to his God Grade prowess.

He took a chair from the corner of the room and placed it in front of me, before sitting down. "You're finally awake," he said. "Who are you?" I asked. "Why did you bring me here?" "We heard of a Luna that was pregnant and stories of your complications," he said. "I'm Damien." "I don't know what you're talking about." My voice shook slightly. "The pack you're with doesn't know what you have inside of you," Damien said. "Have you ever wondered about your true origins?" "What are you talking about?" A sick feeling entered my gut.