Phantom Of The Kill Novels & Stories

Her whole body was jolting in fear. “I'm just asking for a favor. If you Can't do it then it's fine. I understand, guess I will have to kill you both,” “No! No! I'll do it!” She said yelling to him. “Good, if you can kill him then call me on this number, I will give you your money. Till we meet again princess.” The man walked out and Jennifer was jolting in fear. Jerald got into the car laughing and looked at Jennifer who look like she have seen a ghost. Maybe she has?

I’m not anyone, I’m Aaliyah, assassin of the Italian mafia known as Shadow of death. There is no stopping me when I start. Every single last target had to die was my motto. If you didn’t plan to die any time soon then don’t approach me. But I had to restrain myself from killing the last one because I knew Dominic probably wanted to question him so I only knocked him out. I was back to normal and I turned my attention back to the people who were standing a few feet away from all of this that had just happened.

The memory was a jagged shard in Chloe Bishop’s mind. She had been so close—just seconds away from unmasking the "Phantom"—when the world went black. The blow that had knocked her unconscious hadn’t come from a ghost; it had come from one of the estate’s elite guards, a man personally vetted and frequently used by Vince the butler.

We picked a nearby coffee shop for our meeting. "Hi baby," Nick said as I blushed and hugged him. " Hold on lovebirds, won't I also get a hug?" Kate teasing said. "I have something to tell you both and I would appreciate it if isn't viewed as ridiculous" I stated. I explained the nightmares I always had after my father's death and the circumstances that unfold with people's death as a result of the old hag's ritual. They both looked at me but were trying to make sense of it, I explained further about the dream I had and how I suspected they were the next victims which I needed to avert.

The blindfold which clung to his face was already damp with sweat. Karma stood over Marcus's naked body, she then reached for her bag, and brought out a ball that could fit into a mouth, she leaned on the bed and slashed his cheek with the knife. Horrified, Marcus opened his mouth to scream, but Karma placed the ball into his mouth, stopping him from screaming. She then covered his mouth with a cloth, tying it firmly by the side. Karma stood up and walked over to Marcus's limp dick, with pain in her eyes she remembered every evil he caused with it, she held his limp dick in her hands and was furious as she watched it come alive.

But here, in the quiet solitude of the bathroom, I could finally let out a shaky breath. My head was pounding and the door opened. "Occupied." I screamed "By who?" That wasn't a girl's voice or Marco, it was the strange man. The alcohol has not fully taken over me and my snapped to the door immediately. "Hello Killer" he smiled exposing his dirty teeth at my direction. So I was right, I did know who he was. That's when my head booted and I remembered that voice from Rarf club. He was one of Rarf's guard who had fun with little girls, suffocating them if they dont do as he says.

"Not the Wolf Grave, I believe. Zymir alone. He must bing coordinate with the Phantom to plot against us." "But why? As far as I know, he hates the Phantom for murdering his son," Mom said, giving the Alpha the benefit of the doubt. "And we didn't do anything wrong against him. We've been allies for a long time now." Sitting back on the chair, I looked at our Luna with a deep frown. "I don't know, Mom. How plausible is this fact anyway? We really don't know who exactly murdered his son. We've just been told that it was some unknown member of the Phantom Pack."

Unfortunately, when he was 17, Phantom came to understand something important: speed was not enough. He came across an enemy whose defence was so solid that it was almost impossible to break it without great strength. Davies had been almost successful in killing him, but the blade was not strong enough to piece more than a few millimetres of skin! Normally this would have been enough to deal damage, for Phantom – just like every other assassin – was a master of poisons. Just a scratch was enough to send many of his foes to the King of Yama! This time however, he had come across a man he could not kill.

The First Void hesitated: the black mass beneath the First Mother’s skin pulsing as it sensed the ripe: unprotected marrow of a living King. The parasite took the bait. The necrotic vines erupted from the First Mother: a tidal wave of black ichor that slammed into Killian’s chest. He let out an agonizing gasp as the void began to burrow into his slate grey muscles: his silver eyes clouding with that terrifying: lightless grey. "Now: Elara!" Killian managed to choke out: his body trembling under the strain of the possession.

I have so many unanswered questions about this mysterious assassin. I spent the next week preparing for the formal event while also gathering what I could about assassins that were known. None of the information told me anything. I got a few well-known female assassin names. The number one was Phantom Reaper, second was Blade of Bracken (named after this city, Bracken’s Rock), and third was simply Death. Not very original, that one. By evening, it’s time for me to attend this despicable gala to network and attempt to secure funding for my next research project. I dress sharply in a black tuxedo, my white dress shirt is crisp, and I wear a neatly knotted black tie. My hair is usually always a