Phantom King Persona 3 Reload Novels & Stories

“If you could, would you go back to The Hive?” “Yes, only to find one person. There has only been one person in this world who gave me a run for my money. It’s not as important to me anymore, but for a long time all I wanted to do is find the person.” Pausing he rubbed a hand against his jaw. “They call him Phantom.” A laugh left his mouth without any humor, “And people call me Ghost. The irony with the names is not lost on me.” I took a long sip of wine. Not sure how to respond. “It does seem quite clever.”

It was my mom, Diana! My blood ran cold. How had she found out so fast? "Selene, I'm going!" I grabbed my bag and dove through the window. Under the moonlight, my bones began to reshape. Gray-brown fur erupted from my skin as my limbs hit the ground. I lowered my body and bolted toward the pack border. "Stop! You brat!" Diana's roar exploded behind me, followed by the sound of her shift—bones cracking and popping. I pushed harder, leaping over brush and splashing through streams.

In her past life, Seraphina (Sera) starling was used as human meat-shield fodder during the zombie/mutant apocalypse by her greedy ex-fiancé and her manipulative stepsister. After dying a brutal death, she opens her eyes—waking up 30 days before the apocalypse on the exact day she was supposed to sign over her inherited billionaire estate to her ex. This time, she awakens an ancient Spatial Dimensional Ring with an Infinite Storage & Duplication System. Armed with 30 days, billions in liquid cash, and zero mercy, Sera liquidates her enemies' assets, hoards millions of tons of food, weapons, and medical supplies, and builds an impenetrable fortress base. When the world ends and her betrayers

I whispered. “I AM THE REBORN ARIA" And his eyes widened as realization slowly sank in. “I think those kinds of things only happen in supernatural stories,” he whispered weakly, his voice barely holding together. “Fairy tales.” “Maybe,” I replied calmly. “Or maybe,” I continued, tilting my head slightly, “the Moon Goddess gave me another chance to return to life.” He stared at me, breathing unevenly. “And this time,” I said quietly, each word firm, “everyone who hurt me must pay with their life.”

Right after the enemy finished making their threat, a string of strange floating text suddenly appeared before my eyes. [Scott, pick our girl! Let the wife die already!] [Once the wife dies, she can go back to the modern world and get a huge transmigration bonus. Then you and Jennifer can finally be together!] [I'm so sick of this kind of story where women suffer. Just give us a happy ending already!] Go back to the modern world…and get paid? Hanging from the city wall, I instantly felt a surge of excitement.

“Show me what I need next.” A chime answered, clear and mechanical: [Combat Protocol Initiation: Trial One – Survive the Wave] [Objective: Eliminate All Hostile Units Without Dying] [Reward: Skill Awakening Chance + 30 Evolution Points] A thrill coursed through me. My first real test. The ground under my feet rippled, reforming into a wide, open field. Shadows pooled along the edges like ink spreading in water. I could sense them before I saw them—low growls, shuffling steps, the faint stench of decay.

I ended the call and began my walk to the docks. When I got there, he was already with some of the men there. And a new face that I hadn’t seen before. “Kane. This is Mr Smith. Mr Smith, the one and only Reaper King,” Mr Smith looked like how most men in the business world looked. Short. Stocked up. Covered with so much jewelry and wiry eyes that gave the impression he’d sell me his mother without blinking. “Reaper. I’ve heard so much about you.” I put my hands in my pockets, my eyes staring at the crates behind him. “Are those the shipments?”

REBORNED Episode EPISODE Eight Third person POV Six months later: It was night when a girl dressed in black shirt and shorts with sneakers was walking down an alley. A black pouch was hanging on her waist and black cap donned on her fake bob cut hair. Because it was night, she seemed to blend in the environment and no one on the street regarded her. She reached a club called Potty and wine, one of the most illegal strip clubs in Lucknow…

“Jerry, what brings you here? Why did you come in like that? Jerry grinned, hopping into Derek’s room like a kid eager to share a secret. “So, what’s up with my brother and his ghost girlfriend?” Derek blinked, confusion crossing his face. “What?” Jerry waved his phone in front of Derek’s face, the blurry image on the screen which he screenshot earlier. “This! I saw it online. My brother was spotted with some chick who’s supposed to be dead! You know, the *Ice Queen*. What’s going on?” Derek sighed, recognizing that there was no escaping Jerry’s curiosity once it was piqued. Even when he knows it was not his place to tell him anything “Jerry, it’s not what you think—”

The man who was talking to me when I first awoke came over, and I guessed that it was him from the footsteps I heard come up behind me. “You knew him huh. There's a point now. He is gone. You should be doing what the others are doing, getting armour and weapons from the bandits. You should have seen the bandit king. He took at least forty people done, before we managed to kill him..That dam bastard.” He seemed almost nostalgic, and his coldness shook me. “What do you mean? Leave him! How can I? What kind of friend would I be?” I didn’t even hear how he mentioned that the bandit king was dead.