Phantom Novels & Stories

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.

Or your friend is dead. His message, plain and simple and the file had then downloaded. It was a photo of Jacq, slumped against the ground and i felt my heart thump, and a gasp escaping my lips. My feet kicked off in the trajectory of no particular direction as i scrolled down to the first message he sent, five hours ago. unknown: tick tock.

POV ESMERAY Oakhaven wasn’t on any map I had ever studied. It was a ghost town draped in the heavy, humid silence of the valley, a collection of sun-bleached buildings that looked like they were held together by rust and secrets. But as the Phantoms’ engines cut out in front of a nondescript storefront with boarded-up windows, the town came alive. Shadowy figures appeared in doorways, their hands near their waists, their eyes scanning the road for feds. This was a Phantom town—a sanctuary built on loyalty and the cold hard cash Ruan Montague provided.

Her back was to me, but I could identify that build anywhere, her 5'4 frame standing definitely with an air of authority, strawberry blonde hair cascading down her back. Jasmine. "The prophecy isn't real," I muttered in denial. There's no way. There's just no way it was real. "But the signs..." "You're all dismissed. Everyone leave. Now." Chairs scraped back against the marble floor, the sound grating against my already fraying nerves. Everyone filed out in tense silence, their expressions caught somewhere between fear and curiosity. No one dared meet my gaze. Except Duncan. He lingered at the doorway, jaw tight, his eyes burning into me like he wanted to say something but changed his mind.

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?”

He looked up, meeting the questioning stares around the table. Athena sat at the head, her posture firm, with Raymond beside her. To his right sat Justin, his beta, while Lorraine occupied the seat to Athena’s left. “The phantom virus,” he repeated. “It's a rare type of bug that can be attached to a particular post. Once done, the post replicates itself as soon as it gets deleted. It's a pesky thing. Hard to get rid of. Whoever did this wants to make sure it stays online no matter what.”

He had taken Rhodes' golden boy hostage in one swift move, triggering an all-out conflict with Blumedale's top brass. Antonio's heart pounded harder than it had in years. He thought Andrew was not just dangerous—he played the game at a level that made seasoned veterans break into cold sweats. Andrew glanced at Dylan and Natasha. "There's a guy from Blumedale's underground scene who goes by Phantom Eye. You two know anything about him?" Dylan's face went pale. "What? Kenny actually called in Phantom Eye? That maniac?" Natasha's expression turned serious. "Darling, Phantom Eye got his name because o

he said, voice slow, deliberate. His voice was calm. Flat. Almost like he was bored of pretending to listen. “What?” George blinked. Fiero leaned back, his tone dry. “Bianca Michigan. House Phantom. She wasn’t invited?” The table went quiet. Anabel looked uncomfortable. Denise looked down. No one answered. Fiero shrugged slightly, as if it proved his point. “Guess she wasn’t important enough to include.” Adonis scoffed. “Phantom doesn’t belong here.” Fiero only nodded, his face unreadable before adding, “Then neither do I.”

My heart starts beating really fast in panic "Then who the fuck did Jason...please...please just say it was you" I sob even louder "Amari I think you should calm down" Bella tries to touch my shoulder and I shrug her off "Don't fucking touch me " I stand up and I back away from her. Happy 16 birthday sweetheart Love S The note haunts me. There is only one person I know with the intials S and it can't be him because his not real. His not "Jason....please - please just say it was you " I plead into the phone

The southern alpha’s voice was laden with amusement, but along with his statement, it eventually sharpened especially when describing the gigantic phantom that breaths black flame. “I never knew that those abominable phantoms can grow that big and can breathe black flames, Alpha Cameron. Those things should not exist.” Alpha Dylan watched the southern alpha’s reaction through his peripheral vision – observing the subtle changes in Alpha Cameron’s behavior. It was as if Alpha Cameron knew something.