Novel & Cerita Phantom Of The Opera Fanfiction

" The blood bat stood in front of us, pointed at me and said to Noah . "She's my fiancée, and I'm not going to let you touch her one bit." Noah said as he glared at him, anger and murderous energy bursting out of him. "It's really touching that a vampire would want to marry a human, but, you don't stand a chance." Just as the blood bats finished speaking, dozens of blood bats flew over from the city. Noah and I were surrounded. "Son of Sarnus, I declare war on you as the Duke of Toddlers."

The room is dark, but the stage before us is lit, and I imagine Rosalia looking down and seeing me like this. It would turn her into the soprano Isabella thinks she should be. I close my eyes and feel where his hand is going. My lungs are going to burst, and then my heart, and then that white-hot heat already drumming in my belly. Before he can reach between my thighs, I snatch him by the wrist and hold him there. My hand barely wraps around his wrist, but he doesn't move. For a long time, he stays still. Amid the movements of the opera, it feels like we're suspended in this one moment. He speaks those low, soft translations in my ear—confessions of love, jealousy, and plots of murder. His t

He smiled at me with such warmth, such tenderness, that my heart stopped. "Miss Sera?" he said, extending his hand. "I'm Felix Silva. May I have the first dance?" I thought I was falling in love. But what did Felix see in that moment? Me? Or the ghost of Luna standing behind me, wearing the same dress, playing the same song? A tear splashed onto my hand. It burned like acid. A message from Professor Lumiere pulled me out of my spiral. The contract. My hands shook as I signed my name. The ink bled into the paper, but I didn't care.

From its depths rose a figure—not the full Rogue King, but a phantom of him, cloaked in darkness and flame. “You severed my reach,” the phantom said, its voice calm, almost gentle. “But you cannot erase what you’ve become. Every breath you take feeds me now.” Mia raised her sword, though her arms trembled. “Then I’ll starve you.” The phantom smiled. “You already can’t.”

He still could feel the air escaping from his lungs like they had wanted to do that all day. "I hate Opera." The woman muttered, drawing attention to herself. She had been trying to flirt with him almost as soon as he got to the table but he had been totally oblivious of that fact as he had been deep in thought. "Same here." he whispered back at her smiling as he watched her eyelids flutter. "Evelyn." The woman said sounding all tush and rich, it was easy to see that she was a fucking non pure blooded Vampire probably a daughter to one of the rich merchant in town.

The password was my birthday, just like my own phone password. As soon as I turned on my phone, I saw his conversation with Helena. I thought that the contents of the conversation would be very formal, but when I scrolled through, I saw that almost all of Damon's questions were related to me: "The woman I love is my mate, and I love her so much, but I'm afraid that I'll hurt her when making love because I'm too strong. What should I do?" "How should I suppress my own desire and control my strength to please a female wolf?"

The feeling was like this there was this part of me that blooms while staring at him even just for a few seconds. "So, what do you think about my brilliant idea?" he continued this time, with a glimmering smile on his face. "My name is Ghino Frost, by the way. Just like you, I was betrayed and cheated by the ones I loved the most." Ghino's proposal completely tempts me as it makes me realize the reason why would I dream of someone impossible. Dylan is my best friend. And it seems that my kind of dream of holding his hands, kissing his lips, and making love with him forever stays in my subconscious. Dylan and I will never happen.

“You have always been a little unhinged. That is one of the things I like about you.” My hands come up to rest on his chest. I feel his heartbeat under my palms “Then stop dodging my questions. Who are you really? Because the Connor I knew do not threaten Alphas and claim fiancées in public.” He leans in closeris nose brushes mine. “I am your best friend. The rest you will learn on the way” I want to push for more but his mouth is right there. So close. My body reacts before my brain catches up. I feel the pull, the heat, the need to close that last inch. But I hold back just enough to keep control, barely.

Cronus chortles peering back and forth from an agitated Deimos to a calm faintly smiling Phobos. Run. Run. Run. "Theia! Look who has arrived." Cronus beams at me pointing his finger at Phobos. I swallow harshly clenching my jaw pressing in my emotions. I wish to run into his arms, hug him and kiss him. Say how much I missed him and yearned for him. But his betrayal of our promises, the undeniable chance that he may possess a mate, my wicked sinful wishes to devour him tears me apart from inside. I am rooted to my spot as though an ethereal barrier encloses me leaving me with no escape.

"You think you can defeat me? You know nothing of what I'm capable of, the secrets I hold. I am invincible." But we were not swayed by his words. We had faced our own share of darkness and emerged stronger. Together, we had forged an unbreakable bond, a love that defied all odds. With a determined stride, I stepped forward, my voice filled with unwavering resolve. "Your power may be great, but it pales in comparison to the strength of love and truth. We will expose you, Phantom, and free ourselves from your grip." The Phantom's eyes burned with a mix of fury and desperation. He lunged forward, seeking to intimidate and strike fear into our hearts. But we stood our ground, unyielding.