Novel & Cerita Phantom Of The Kill

"The Phantom actually killed a Bloodletter." "With five forms," another voice, trembling with wonder. "Did you see—she was everywhere at once—" "Silence," Thorne commands quietly, never taking his eye off Rhiannon. The scarred male vampire stares at the dissolving remains of Cassius, something like genuine fear flickering across his features. "The five-form kill sequence. I've heard of it but never seen—" He looks at Rhiannon with new assessment, new wariness. "You're not just strong. You're trained. Someone taught you that."

As the power of Lv 9 Agility burst out, a huge skeleton phantom slowly moved with his hands. "Seven Skull Kills!" Boom! As the roar continued, a line of aquamarine flames suddenly burned around the giant skeleton phantom, burning everything wherever it went. Then, it was divided into seven parts and quickly rushed toward Zephyr Khan. Each of the seven skeletons phantoms carried extraordinary destructive power. Wherever they went, the aquamarine flames made ear-piercing noises. These seven phantoms surrounded Zephyr Khan's body, leaving no room for him to dodge.

His blood-stained frame left a hideous imprint on my window and left a crimson trail on my shirt as our bodies collided in his reckless descent. I whipped my head around, locking eyes with him as he let out a guttural groan and shattered the arrows embedded in his flesh with a swift crack. My sharp eye immediately identified the arrows as the very same ones my parents used for hunting in our pack, expertly crafted to target vampires with their deadly poisoned tips. Our pack witch had concocted a potent potion that not only paralyzed vampires, but could prove fatal if left untreated beyond a day.

Everything seemed like a fuzz of colours as I felt myself losing control of my limbs. "I will make you regret the day you were born and find the bastard who killed my Maddy.." The beautiful whisper of a voice resonated so near, yet so far away. Madeline had my photos.... Why did she have my photos.... Only she knew.... "You are mine now, and, you will obey me..... my little torture doll...." The voice thick with French accent mumbled. It was like a firm hum caressing my ear in a soothing manner. Madeline.... She took a secret with her, which only she knows and which probably can save me from this monster's den.

"I can hear your heartbeat." I looked at him. Slightly confused. "My what now?" "Your heartbeat. You are lying. You know where Gabriella is. I need you to tell me now." "Fine! You really want to know where Gabriella is? She's in the cemetery! Gabriella is dead and she walks out at night as a zombie! You know where the killer smile comes from? It's because she doesn't have lips anymore so her teeth are exposed in a killer smile!" I said it as calmly as possible. I thought for sure that it would enrage him. That he would demand of me to stop fooling around and just tell him. But right now he was gapping. Shock was written all over his face like he couldn't believe what he just heard.

Veins of glowing, violent purple bulged frantically against the courier’s skin, thrashing like trapped worms as Killian's shadow pressure systematically squeezed the necrotic infection down to the bone. "Where is the altar?" Killian whispered, his tone terrifyingly calm as he took half a step closer. The silver fire in his eyes flared with a lethal, cosmic hunger. "Every second you waste, I compress your marrow by another millimeter. I will turn your nervous system into glass and shatter it into ten thousand pieces before I let your heart stop."

" I was speechless. Who are you Katerina? I asked myself, repeating the same question someone asked me sometime ago. Was I still hallucinating or was I dead and in the spirit world already? This was all too much for me to comprehend. I could only make sure not to forget one thing, even if I forget everything else. And that's the name of the bastard that actually killed my parents, even if he had sent killers to do it on his behalf. Damien. Damien of the Full Moon pack. Oh, how dearly I will make him pay... "Moreover, it wasn't your time to die, it just wasn't your time my dear."

"If you hadn't egged me on, I wouldn't have done that," Marina screamed. "It was you. You killed Caitlin. You're the murderer." Anthony suddenly laughed, smacking himself. He wasn't holding back. I could see his cheeks swell up red even from a distance. He dropped to his knees. "You're right. I killed the woman who loved me. Her blood's on my hands. I'm a murderer." I rolled my eyes, and he pulled out his wedding ring, which he had taken off since Marina showed up.

He’s gone. Where the fuck is the other one? As if on cue, Phantom lunges from the side, but if he thinks he can win over me, he’s fucking delusional. I rip into him with savage precision. My claws drive through his shoulder and into his chest. He doesn’t even get to scream before I end him. Turning, I race back towards Milena and shift back, my breathing ragged and chest heaving. “Milena!” Her skin is pale. Blood pours from the back of her head. She’s still unconscious, and I turn her slightly to see the back of her head. He was trying to kill her.

I drove the blood-coated silver blade straight into the center of the phantom's chest. The exact millisecond my blood-slicked metal made contact, a violent, blinding shockwave of white-hot liquid exploded through the alcove. The phantom warrior let out a deafening shriek as its entire skeletal frame instantly disintegrated into a cloud of black ash, its blue eye-flames snuffed out permanently. "It's the blood!" I screamed fiercely to the front line, my voice carrying an absolute command over the roaring blizzard. "Coat your weapons in your own Alpha blood! Channel your spirit into the steel and aim for their chest! It's the only way to kill them.