Phantom Novels & Stories

It's from Monika. *How is your little peanut doing?* She texts. This little whore did not! ... (to be continued)

"A gentle nudge towards optimal enjoyment. You, Bima, possess a strong will. Stronger than most. But even the strongest will can be… redirected." He held up his tablet, and on its sleek, unbranded screen, a complex holographic diagram flickered into existence. It was a neural network, swirling with pulsating lines and nodes, centered around what looked like a stylized, glowing bowl of Indomie. "This," the man explained, his voice taking on a didactic tone, "is the global integration matrix. The Phantom Protocol’s true form. And within it, we can detect… anomalies. Pockets of resistance."

"Hold onto your stomachs." Leo slammed the thruster control forward. The Phantom shot off the landing pad like a hyper-velocity sabot round. The sudden, extreme G-force pressed Ren and Kara back into the plush passenger seats. The pristine, white-marble skyscrapers of Sector 3 blurred into streaks of light as they accelerated onto the elevated magnetic highway.

Silence swallowed the command post. Then a young tech snapped his fingers. "Wait—I remember. Lieutenant Chadwick built something called the Phantom. It cuts complex signal links—like, straight up severs the logic between devices. It's in the equipment truck!" Their last shot. Ryan grabbed it and bolted to the truck, yanking out a silver case. No hesitation. No guidance. He activated the Phantom himself. "These interfaces don't match the latest standards. The frequency should be set here." He punched in what he thought was the "right" frequency.

Slowly, without taking his eyes off the phone, a boy who appeared to be only 18 years old gets off the device and, with his head down and eyes on the screen, advances towards his father. My wolf started screaming in my head, and from my mouth, almost unconsciously, came the word that I had been waiting for so long. - Mate. Without realizing it, Peter continues to advance towards the group, but his father is no longer looking at him; his eyes are fixed on me. - Mate? - he asks, but I don't hear anything else. My feet move until I'm in front of Peter, who bumps into me for not paying attention to the path. He blushes when he lifts his head and looks me in the eyes.

it shouted. That gesture was not random. Felix had used the simplest soul attack technique from the Phaeron Codex while intentionally weakening his soul energy. After all, Xena had warned against instant kills, as the Phantoms' arrival served to gather information. This was his only option. The Phantom staggered in circles, clutching its head before collapsing. Though it appeared unharmed, its soul was destroyed, and it was now dead. The three mouths dissipated, revealing a blonde middle-aged man.

Тургенев, Рудин. КНИ́ГА, -и, ж. 1. Произведение печати (в старину — также рукопись) в виде сброшюрованных, переплетенных вместе листов с каким-л. текстом. Книга большого формата. Толстая книга. Раскрыть книгу. □ [Аночке] предложили посмотреть книгу с картинками. Федин, Первые радости. || Сочинение, произведение более или менее значительного объема, напечатанное отдельным изданием или предназначенное для него. Интересная книга. Написать книгу. □ Наталья должна была каждое утро читать исторические книги, путеш ествия и другие назидательные сочинения. Тургенев, Рудин.

Chapter 5 Hannah's POV Manila is nothing like the island. On the island, you can hear the breath of the ocean; here, all you hear is the suffocating roar of engines and the impatient honking of jeepneys. The air doesn't smell like salt and roasting corn; it smells like exhaust and old rain. ​It has been three months since the black helicopters took Luke away. Three months of silence. ​I smoothed out my blazer—the most professional thing I owned—and looked up at the glass giant standing in the heart of Makati. CROMWELL LEGACY. The name was embossed in silver, gleaming under the harsh midday sun. It looked untouchable.

Phantom crossed his legs and leaned against the couch casually. He narrowed his eyes and appraised Lucille, who was dressed in allblack, only revealing her eyes. "Did you say you're Inkbrush?" Lucille also appraised him. Phantom was Ghosthorn's top dog and called the shots there. There was one thing that surprised her, though—he was younger than she'd expected and quite handsome. He'd deep-set eyes and a tall nose. His had tanned skin and a small scar on his forehead. It didn't detract from his good looks, though. On the contrary, it left one with a deep impression. It was as if it was his trademark.

‘We are linked by blood, and blood is memory without language.’ -Joyce Carol Dates Ember We arrived at the Scarlet Moon Pack gates within hours. Our horses were foaming and smelled of sweat as they breathed hard from running for so long. We pulled them to a stop in front of the guards that were standing at the gates. Bastet padded up beside us and sat down to rest while he panted loudly from running. The guard looked at Demir and me, our horses and then Bastet with wide eyes.