Phantom Lord Swatted Novels & Stories

He crumpled to the ground, his face contorted in rage. Phoenix moved swiftly to his side, his hand raised for the final blow. "You..." Lord Warfield's voice was barely a whisper before his eyes rolled back, and he passed out. "Sovereign, please... I beg for mercy," Wilder stammered, shaking uncontrollably. "Off with his head," came Howard's calm command. With a swift flick of his wrist, Phoenix's blade glinted sharply once more. "No, please, no..." Wilder's scream was filled with terror, as if his very soul was trying to escape its fate.

In a hurry, he threw away the broken mop, and without thinking, he raised his fist and threw three punches at the crack on the container. "Boss!" the people below, when Valerio madly blasted out three punches, one by one, their faces changed drastically, suddenly exclaimed, "Your hand!" It must be known that Valerio couldn't afford to have the slightest thing happen! Boss was the Lord of the Philo family, and carried the rise and fall of a family on him! "Boss, it can't continue! Your hand will be ruined!" Everyone rushed forward to persuade him. "Back off!" Valerio pushed away the people who got in his way with a palm and smashed his fourth punch without hesitation!

It was the first time in five years I'd acted vulnerable with him. Damien's expression softened. "Don't worry about that. A friend of mine, another Lord, died in a territory war two years ago. His child is in our coven's orphan ward. We can visit him." He hesitated, then added, "I've been checking on the boy occasionally. Making sure he's cared for." On the drive there, Damien reached into the back seat and brought out a small silver bat-wing pendant. He claimed he'd bought it specially for me, to cheer me up.

And it is unlikely that without an official husband they will let me out of the country with an alpha girl, and you yourself understand this very well. Her opponent seemed to calm down at once, the lord's gaze lost its sharpness, and he himself seemed to have lost all interest in her. And what was it just now? Did he check on her? What was the damned werewolf counting on, pissing her off and throwing such dismissive accusations? It is a pity that she will not receive answers.

His hawk tattoo glistened with the trails of sweat running down his tanned chest, its inked talons raking his shuddering stomach as a feathered wing arched itself over his right shoulder. I flinched as the stick Big Jim held whistled downwards, landing in the space between Aaron's collar bone and neck. My stomach rose to my throat at the sound of the landing thwack. Aaron grunted and faltered back, giving himself a moment to shake the hit off before he took a calculated lunge forward, knocking Big Jim flat on his back. The bigger man's wrist thick rod spilled from his sweaty grip and rolled outside the four markers. Aaron leapt off to the side and crouched behind his opponent, oblivious of t

“Come here you big fat furball!” The beast lurched at me, but then suddenly, stopped moving as something silver flew by its neck, cutting through it like butter, and the metallic schtick as it did so rang through the air. The beast blinked for a moment, and then suddenly its head went toppling down its chest, rolling nearly to my feet as its headless body went to its knees, the fell flat, revealing Prince Damien was behind him. Prince Damien breathed heavily, his sword dripping with the dead monsters blood.

“Should I... burn it?” Ombra’s clawed hand was inches away from Xander’s chest when two hands gripped it. Ombra’s fiery eyes glared at the two people who had the gall to touch him. “Lord Ombra, stop bullying my friend!” Johan frowned at him. “Please excuse my young Lord, we need to leave now...” said Mordecai on the other side. “You dare touch me?” The two quickly let the Dragon Lord go, shivering as an additional set of eyes followed both of them. They sprouted on the Dragon Lord’s temples and stared at the two with contempt.

Alexander’s voice was neutral, but I could feel his tension through our bond. Marta stood, calling the gathering to order. “We’re here to discuss two things. First, the attack on Alpha Alexander and Luna Alina by James from the Red Dawn Pack. Second, broader terms for peace between Lycans and werewolves. Let’s begin with the first. Alpha Alexander, what is your position on James’s punishment?”

I know my capabilities and yet, someone died. I gently let go of Quinn’s body and let my body shiver. With my hands now covering my face, I let out a silent cry for a friend who never left my side until the end. “Did you see the one who did this?” I asked Rendall as I am looking around the forest. “I saw it ran,” Rendall slowly replied. “Where?” “Domlur.” I move my gaze to the path going to Domlur. I suddenly felt the urge to slash everything on my way, my eyes never felt clearer and my hatred for these werewolves becomes greater.

There was a rumor that he could expel some sort of energy in his attacks that could knock someone down without ever touching them. He wasn’t the only one who possessed unnatural abilities. There was a female warrior in his pack that was known as Nightingale. She was extremely agile with swift reflexes that were almost invisible to the naked eye. Aside from her, there was Phantom. I didn’t know the ranks of the pack members, but each member had skills that were just as strong as their Alpha. Phantom could move so fast that some believed he could teleport and he was more dangerous than Shadowstrike. Phantom was a known killer and was on the top of the wanted list for not only werewolves but al