Phantom Hunter Novels & Stories

"Why is Jonea so sure that my mother was involved in the incident that happened to Miller? In fact, none of the CCTV footage at school showed my mother's involvement. Why did Jonea hurt Aland that day? Although Aland did not admit that he was hurt because of Jonea. But I'm sure Jonea is involved. I could smell Jonea's body in Aland's spilled blood. I believe they were together before Aland was found unconscious with a gash in his stomach that night." Hunter struggled to his feet and walked out of the toilet. "What exactly happened? I have to find out the truth behind all these mysteries. I can't allow myself to be tossed around like a fool." After tidying up his clothes and washing his face

blood thirsty. As the footsteps grow closer, I push myself forward to see through his eyes…if sending more this way kept them away from Josie, then send the entire fucking army. But it isn’t the hunters, it is pack members of the Dark Phantom pack, even faces I recognise slightly from the short trip to Clear Waters. “Are you done?” Jaxon’s voice calls me forward, my wolf relinquishing control back to me as I shift into human form. Jaxon stands before me, his men taking out the final hunters as they already laid bleeding out on the floor.

News of a new player on the global stage sent shockwaves through the intelligence community. The Phantom, an elusive and enigmatic operative, emerged from the shadows, posing a significant threat to global security. With their identity concealed and their motives shrouded in mystery, The Phantom became the focus of Alex's attention. Determined to unravel the truth behind this formidable adversary, Alex embarked on a relentless pursuit, leaving no stone unturned in their quest for answers. Clues and encrypted messages led them across continents, piecing together a puzzle that seemed to be designed specifically for them.

Mr Glamora said, he was kneeling on one Knee while he held the big Cigar in his right Hand, an inch from him kneeled Mr Hambora who bent at a 90 degree angle as if proposing to his brother Mr Glamora blew away the soil in his hand and studied the almost non Existence Footprints that occupied the ground. Been the Leader of the Crimson Hunters, he had the best skills in tracking down a wounded Supernatural be it at day or Night. Seconds passed and He smiled after studying the ground but the smile couldn't last for long as it got replaced by a frown after what seems like he got something else.. "He wasn't Alone" He said standing on his feet while another huge smoke Emanated out from his Cigar a

I pushed fast forward until he started speaking again, unable to listen to him struggling to breath. ‘Since fate has decided that you don’t need me anymore…’ I opened my mouth to respond when he continued speaking, ‘No, darling, you don’t. Trust me, you’re ready. I want to tell you some things that you are going to need to know. First thing is first, though, angel, hunting. The bird calls we used to practice each have a different meaning.” A shrill, high energy whistle filled the room and Carson’s ears twitched. “This one calls to the bears. It means you need help.’

And still, that damn block on my wolf kept me from healing, from transforming, from accessing any real power. The first hunter appeared at the entrance of my man cave, if I could call it that. He was older than the others and had this air of a veteran. Tactical gear covered most of his body, but I could see his eyes through his night vision which were alert and wary. He raised some kind of weapon - it wasn't a gun but something else. "Calla Hart," he said. "Time to go home." I felt it then, that God damned feeling I've been trying to call since this whole freak show started.

“I will. I love her.” Phantom carefully nods. “I can see that. It’s just…she suffered a lot after Hunter died. And since her best friends aren’t here to warn you, I’m taking it upon myself to do it. It’s the least I could do after the way things ended between Hunter and me. I can see that both of you have a tumultuous history, and I don’t want her to hurt anymore.”

“You hesitate and it could cost you your life or the life of the hunters working with you.” I nod but I can’t focus on his words. I know the spiel. He’s said them over and over to me when he first started training me at five. By seven, he’d taken me on my first hunt. By 10, I’d killed my first wolf; a rogue that we’d tracked for weeks. We’d found him in a home, a woman dead beside him as he gorged on her flesh. It had been an easy choice…I hadn’t even winced when I pulled the trigger and ended the pitiful monster’s life.

When we were kids, she used to get us into all kinds of trouble and I would always get blamed for it because once she flashed those big blue eyes, no one could accuse her of any wrongdoing. “To do it more often?” I laughed, thankful for the comic relief. Despite my bravado and earlier reassurances to Devon, I was still nervous. As he said, I did not like to kill animals. Werewolves were actually peaceful creatures and we didn’t hunt other animals asides from the Grant Hunt and the wolves who did it for sport. It wasn’t banned or anything so they were in their rights. It just wasn’t something I liked doing. For this reason, I was nervous. Plus, the Alpha’s arrogant son, Louis was participatin

I bit my lip hard enough to taste blood. The door creaked, and Phantom strolled in with his trademark calm, though tonight he wasn’t wearing his pristine white suit. Instead, black clung to his frame, sharp as a blade. His smile was venomous. “Well, well,” Phantom drawled, circling Damon like a predator. “How the mighty have fallen. You’re not looking so sharp, Damon.” Damon lifted his head, spitting blood onto the floor. “Go to hell.” Phantom chuckled. “Oh, we’re already there.” His voice dropped, sharp with menace. “Where’s the flash drive?”