Phantom Puppet Novels & Stories

Helia floated to the side no longer blocking my view of the woman talking beyond me. “The image I showed you was one thousand years into the past in a place we call Nexus. Nexus is a realm parallel to earth and where all the creatures’ humans consider supernatural originated. There are two portals that connect this place to your land that you call earth.” Helia said watching the exchange between the women get more intense. Celeste still looked calm, but the older woman was on a rampage explaining something with lots of hand gestures. “So am I like on another planet?” I wondered. This is all so strange

It’s what her Soulwaker wants. “Phantoms are evil cyborgs. They are the actual killers or murderers in your world. They don’t obey nor cherish you as the ruler. So if they would see you, as the human as you are, that would cause chaos. You still don’t have any control with yourself. I don’t know if you could even fight them. I have no worries when you were still the Xiao that I used to know because that time you can really protect yourself. But I’m doubting if you can do it now that you’re no longer the same as before.”

After calming herself down, she put on a smile and replied, "Why are you so anxious? I didn't touch her. I came today to ask you for something." "What do you want?" Lloyd asked expressionlessly. "Phantom." When Neve uttered the word, Lloyd's expression changed instantly. Phantom was the latest product developed by Kerry Pharmaceuticals. It was colorless and tasteless, and just a drop of it could paralyze the entire nervous system of a person, making them enter a comatose state.

I NEED to know who he is, and something tells me I won’t discover much if I approach him as Phantom Reaper. I don’t really even know who I actually am, to be honest. I never indulged in friendships or relationships with others. It’s just always been survival. The only person I had any kind of positive relationship was my mother. I don’t know my father but because of my hair color, I’m fairly certain my father was Christian Bartoa. I know he frequented the slave cells whenever he was bored, and the urge arises so it doesn’t surprise me, but I don’t intend to ever claim him nor carry his surname. The thought of actually SPEAKING to Damien makes me feel a weird sense of anxiety. I’m unsure if i

face, and even the droplets sliding off their hair fell in perfect sync. I walked forward, my body passing straight through the three figures. They were like holograms, visible, but untouchable. In other words, they looked exactly like ghosts. Perfect. I stepped up beside Max and quietly began chanting the puppet spell. Before long, the three copies started moving, their expressions and gestures mirroring Max down to the smallest detail. "That's good enough." Max gave me a slight nod. I moved to the door and, summoning every ounce of strength, screamed toward the hallway at the top of my lungs, "Ahhh! A ghost! There's a ghost!"

a Fang whispered, horrified. "No," Jack corrected, his voice a low growl. "They're just people. Plugged in." The first puppet lunged, swinging a two-foot-long industrial wrench with a force that could crush a skull. A Fang operative met the attack with a blast from his sonic stunner. The puppet staggered back, but its arm, though smoking, kept swinging. It felt no pain. It had no self-preservation. It was a machine made of flesh.

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?”

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.

While snacking on her lunch, Maria paid attention to the words her grandfather was saying. "Phantom beats are sinister and vile creatures that feed on human flesh and fears. They are extremely dangerous and are twice as hard to take down compared to regular magical beasts. Luckily, you'll never have to encounter such creatures, since beast-types outnumber phantom-type creatures. But if you ever encounter one... run." The heavy, intense gaze of her grandfather caused a cold chill to sweep over Maria's body.

Muscles growled and dashed forward, charging towards Jack like a massive tank. Jack took a deep breath and dashed forward as well. Muscles was slower than him, and for someone like Jack who had spent the past few days training with Davies, this was not a challenge. Davies, pseudonym Phantom, was a speed beast whose true speed was easily greater than someone who had attained 6 Star mastery. It was too easy to avoid Muscles’ powerful punch and generate his own counter. Ducking beneath the giant Undead’s punch – which happened to be no problem at all given his large frame – he pushed his spear forward, gathering energy within his arms and thrusting forward with maximum speed and power! Spiralli