Phantom Lord Swatted Novels & Stories

It swallowed her and blotted out her rational side. After what seemed a long time to him, she eventually started to hesitate, as though unsure what to do. William was relieved to think she was fighting through the haze enough to get back in control. “Not yet,” Paoli declared from behind. The sound of his footsteps moving with all the speed a vampire could muster heralded his approach. A second later, he jumped right onto William's back. William was positive Paoli had lost his mind. Paoli buried his hands in thick fur and bounced, screaming, “Yahoo!” like a crazed rodeo cowboy.

★★★★★ Noah's POV I was still thrusting inside her sweet pussy when I noticed that there wasn't any movement from her any longer. "Tsk tsk weakling" I pulled out of her in anger and slapped her butt cheek. What the hell! How dare she just faint! I haven't even released yet I stood up from the bed and walked into the bathroom to fully relieve myself. When I came out, I picked up my phone from the table and dialed a number and the person picked almost immediately. "Brandon, get the boys ready, we're closing the deal today" I said and hung up. I stared at the naked lady once more before I left.

"You can't do this. Why are you even-" "Silence!" I froze at the call of his order as a sharp and sudden harrowing ache pierced through my stomach. I thought it was only one of his powers that had clench my chest and stomach, but it wasn't until my hands moved forward to touch my abdomen before I noticed. Blood. Pile of blood that I'd never seen before, gushing out like a runny water. "You and I are not friends or even enemies. You are too small to even be called my nemesis. For I am the lord of all beings, all of them!" He boasted.

the Phantom was broadcasting. "Mommy!" The hatch of the gunship hissed. Leo stepped onto the ramp, ignoring Marcus’s reaching hand. He stood there, small and fragile in the harsh floodlights, his sapphire-gold eyes darting between the two of us. The silence that followed was absolute. The Phantom didn't lunge. She didn't attack. She dropped to one knee in the mud, her crimson coat spreading around her like a pool of blood. She opened her arms, the same way I used to do in the basement when the nightmares were too loud.

The door was half open and through it I could see him in the examination chair with a pad over his left eye and the optician's light in his face and one of the bodyguards standing in the corner with the posture of a man who fully understood the size of the mistake he had made. "Where the fuck was your phone?" Jovan's head turned toward the door. The optician straightened. "I have been calling you for two hours.” I slammed the door shut. “Two hours, Jovan—" "Sir—" the optician started. "You had one job." I crossed the room and the bodyguard took a step back before I'd even gotten close, which was the right instinct but not fast enough. I slapped him hard and he stumbled backwards, hitting the

Now the had just one werewolf to fight and a very injured Edmund who was groaning in pain on the ground , the werewolf seeing he was out numbered tried to run ,but Melvin ran after him with his fast speed and snapped his neck too from behind . " Edmund are you fine ," Melvin asked as he raced back with a very fast speed after killing the last wolf . "Yeah , I am... I have just a few scratches here and there and that's alk." "Are you sure?" Melvin asked worried. "I am fine ,my Lord ." Edmund smiled weakly. Melvin inspected the wound of the scratches and saw it was not too deep , this one won't cause you any trouble , you should be able to heal this .

"That Dana! I saw her! She's a werewolf. I know those red eyes. I saw them before!" "If that's true, they're from Phantom, my dear," he uttered, his voice filled with rage. "They covered their presence among humans. They used the authority that's been hunting them for the disappearance of the people in this town. They used their desperation, then framing me up into something I didn't do. All that so that they could take me in surprise——a clever tactic." I was about to speak when we heard footsteps coming our way. After a short moment, the sound of door creaking placed fear into my whole being. But once a familiar face leaned into the light underneath the darkness, a powerful wrath skulked in

lord Slog quickly added when he noticed his liege’s sudden silence. “Is that so, they were able to do that even with the phantom warriors?” Alexander tilted his head. He knew there was more to this than what they know, knowing his lady, he was sure that she would not attack nor move without a proper plan, let alone leave empty-handed. “Yes, my lord, though the phantom soldiers only appeared when our troops were already capturing the bandits,” lord Slog informed him of the other details of the report. “Quite odd,” Alexander ended up nodding.

I pushed his head back aggressively. "I'm so sorry. It won't happen again boss" he began to plead. "Of course Mikey" I muttered eerily, picking up the hot rod in the fire beside him. "It won't happen again because you won't be alive to try it again." I placed the rod on his left eyelid watching him scream in pain. "Please! Mr Lorenzo Sir, it won't happen again. Please have mercy" he splutters. The more he begged, the more satisfied I felt. I felt a dark aura engulfing me, taking control.

Handing over the sword, Philip's voice carried purpose as he spoke, "Do it for them." Damon nodded and took the sword, his fingers gripping it tightly, his resolve mirrored in his unwavering gaze. As he approached the fallen Lord Zack, his steps echoed with determination. The crowd held its breath, their anticipation palpable, watching the final act unfold. "For Lord Savage, and for the lives you have taken," Damon's voice resonated with a righteous anger as he drove the sword into Lord Zack's writhing body. The air seemed to hold its breath as the blade sank deep, silencing the once-tyrannical alpha.