Phantom Of The Opera Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“---I don’t know why my mother was so against him. She normally disregards the tales people circulate.” My lips were pinched in a thin line as I watched her, her gaze riveting outside the window. Apparently, she had now taken a liking to the Lycan King. I sighed exasperatedly and she turned to me. “Would you like to get married to him instead?” I asked, her eyes bulging out of their sockets as she waved her arms in front of her. “There’s now way, Phelia. That man is like ten times bigger than me.”

The phrase hung heavily in the air between us, colder than the winter pine scent expanding through the car. "What do you mean by that?" I asked, a sudden dread scratching at the back of my mind. Rosemary looked down at her raw, red hands, tucking them beneath the blanket as if she were ashamed of them. "In the dream, I could pretend. I could stand tall, I could pout, and I could tell you stories. But reality is different. In reality, I am just a twenty-year-old orphan with a broken wolf that can't even shift properly. I am a floor-scrubber with stains on my apron and dirt under my nails. I am not a Luna. I am not... what a King deserves."

"It was called Powder. It had pink and white fur, too. Just like you." I went rigid. The comments had said it was his brother's cat. Why was he saying it was his? [Huh? Did the male lead remember wrong? Wasn't that cat raised by Mr. Stafford?] [Maybe he loved it so much he just treated it like his own. He's an ailurophile, after all.] [So the male lead treats the supporting female character differently because she resembles his old cat? See? There's no way he actually likes her.] Ian paid no attention to my stiffened body. He continued calmly.

I needed to know what was in there, even if it was only something mundane. I held my breath and opened it to a random page. I could scarcely believe what I was seeing. Ophelia had written a letter to me, but had of course never mailed it. And she was expressing her deep and abiding love for me. At that moment, my wolf awakened, and I realized two things simultaneously. The first was that Ophelia truly did love me. The second was that somehow, she was alive. I could feel it. My wolf could sense hers in a way that was truer and deeper than anything I had ever felt before.

He lied to stop her from falling inlove with him. Rhian’s world spun. Her mouth fell open, but no sound came out. Her legs gave in, only held up by the arm still gripping her neck. “W–what?” she barely breathed. “You…?” Damon stepped forward now, casual, confident—like this was all a game. His men didn’t lower their weapons. They didn’t stop him either. “She ran so far,” he murmured, more to himself than anyone else. “Changed her name. Thought she could disappear.”

However, when she was about to withdraw her hand, Dye quickly moved backwards and stood up with double coldness in his eyes. The negative ten freezing point dropped to negative one hundred. It was so clear that he was somehow disgusted but there was some spark in his eyes, yet he hid it after two seconds. Afraid that she might displease him again, she hurriedly crawled out from the table and stood up with her back straight. “ Do you really want to get my attention that much miss Crimson? Your plan was just so shameless. “ Unable to speak in order to defend herself, she clenched her fist and didn’t utter a word to say.

Everything had been shattered because of his obsession, but she had come through it all. "I will be happier," she whispered to herself. She was a beautiful sea that lured his thirst, and he was a wandering pirate who had found his treasure in her. THE END OF ' S0' Author note: leave reviews I am going to pinned them in I*******m highlights. Playlist is coming soon. I*******m: Darkoceanfics

Even unconscious and bleeding out, he radiated a raw, untamed power that made the very air in the room feel heavy and charged with static electricity. Scarlett’s breath hitched in her throat. This wasn't just any man. This was him. The memories of a life that wasn't hers slammed into her mind like a high-speed train, bringing with them a wave of physical nausea. She wasn't Scarlett the occultist anymore. She was now Scarlett Thorne, the pampered, arrogant villainess of the dark romance novel Crimson Moon. And the man currently dying in her bathtub? That was Caleb Blackwood, the legendary Lycan King of the North.

" Archie's eyes widened as he realized what had happened. All this time, they were feeding him false information under his command. He never had a clear picture of the battlefield. His heart sank into an embarrassment for falling for such a simple strategy. "Now! This is the final warning. If I see any of your men trailing me next time… I will make sure you won't live the next day. You can believe me or you can call my bluff...it's your choice." Phantom pushed him away and got up on his feet. Rain still limped in the corner trying to get up, but her broken body wouldn't allow it. A pair of wings sprouted on his back, and blasted off through the hole in the ceiling after taking a final look

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?”