Phantom Ganondorf Novels & Stories

] [Dragon King: They don’t look like they know we are here. [Fire Phoenix: That red-haired is annoying me for some reason.] [Fairy Queen: Same feelings here @Fire Phoenix.] ……. A/N: For clarifications: Dragon King - Oliver Troublemaker Goblin - Jethro Silent Werewolf - Draven Snow Fox - Snow Not Little Mermaid - Nayara Fire Phoenix - Lumara Fairy Queen - Crystal Do you like these nicknames I made for them? On the other note, thank you for reading~ lovelots

Walking past them, Lily felt like she was standing next to two giants. She looked at them curiously. That curiosity, she did not understand what she was looking for in them. The man standing next to her saw this, took a long snort, then scowled at her. The eyes turn from white to red. "Roly ! That's my man." The prince's loud shout brought the gatekeeper to his senses. He shook his head once, his eyes returned to normal, his body also stood solemnly in an upright position. Elias turned to Lily and said:

"That old dog hired a guy called Phantom Eye to take me out." "Phantom Eye?" Tiana's brows furrowed as a flash of suspicion crossed her face. "You don't mean the Phantom Eye from Blumedale's martial underground, do you? That man ranks 35th on the Underworld Index and is a semi-martial king—he's on my level!" Andrew nodded. "Yeah, that's the one. But right now, he's half-dead."

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.

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.

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.

One time, he raised a plan of burning the forest along with the dead in it, yet met great resistance from Marcus and other senior officers; the wrath of nature must not be taken lightly, they reasoned. “Go report to the king of what is happening here, lad.” Said a man approaching from behind. The man had a long scar on his closed right eye, and a mustache reaching both his pale cheeks. He clapped Norman’s shoulder then sat steadily on a wooden log right in front of Norman, saying, “I’ll hold the undead here while you must bring reinforcements from the capital.” “I never knew a duke can be ordered by a man lower than him.” Norman joked, having no malice in his words. He took off his helm and

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.