Phantom Puppet Novels & Stories

Thanatos said on seeing this, but then he heard Emma voice. "her power should be super strength or something related," Emma said. "that is quite a nice power to have," Thanatos said on hearing Emma. "yeah i think so too, but I think that guy power is really sick," Emma said calling Thanatos attention to the seventeen year old guy that has talked closest to them before they where teleported here, five puppet currently exploded beside the guy as he went forward touching more puppet as fast as he could. "what power is that?" Thanatos asked.

Even if you’re safe in your slumber spot for the day, you feel it. She laughs, quite obnoxiously and it makes my stomach churn. Nearly like the cackle of a witch who is underestimated and about to do some major shit. The male who’d been rubbing her down gets up and goes to a nearby chair to sit. He’s human, and likely her pet of the week. Some sort of … panther shifter perhaps.

The real world crashing in on this surreal bubble we'd found ourselves in. "I... I don't even know who you are," I stammered, my hands fisted in his shirt. He chuckled. "Isn't that the point of all this?" His fingers skimmed down my neck, leaving goosebumps in their wake. "Tonight, we can be anyone we want to be." My breath hitched as his lips found that sensitive spot just below my ear. "And who do you want to be?" I managed to ask. He pulled back slightly, his eyes intense behind his mask.

Instantly, a powerful aura swept out from him, followed by a ghostly howl as a phantom slowly materialized behind him. This phantom was known as the Specter Companion. It was a type of ghost or deity that could be summoned to assist the summoner in battle. Some powerful individuals could even command mighty spirits as their companions. Zachary's Specter Companion was a three-headed, six-armed phantom. With a roar, it unleashed torrents of energy from its six hands and struck the group of people before it. Nautica’s apprentices had never seen such a technique before and found themselves unable to withstand the assault. They exchanged glances and nodded at each other, and in the next second, t

A gold necklace dangled from his hand, and the reeking smell of whatever was inside the charm made William back away, a scowl on his face. "What the hell is that?" William demanded when Paoli crossed the room and slipped the necklace over Amber's head. "Wolfbane," Paoli said over his shoulder. As the trio stood watching, the transformation gradually slowed. Several minutes later, it stopped completely, and Amber was left in exhausted human form. She crumpled in on herself. One last moan escaped her lips before she fell into a blissful state of unconsciousness. Relief washed through Emily with enough force to make her knees weak. "You fixed her," she whispered breathlessly, her eyes tearful.

“Personal Assistant, huh… how should I call it again?” Speaking the name of that thing, “Wai!” Boof [Hewoo, I am your personal assistant. Wai, how may I help you?] A small creature that looked similar to a Halloween ghost for kids showed up. But… the features looked just like the panda. Weird… it also had black vault horns and tails. But the face looked exactly like what a panda has. “Wai… Where am I? Why am I here?” [You currently have a total of 80 harto. Each question would deduct five of it. Would you still want to ask those two questions? Yes or No]

A puppet. Eyes glowing faintly violet and dark. Skin too smooth. Movements too precise. Nytherin. I don't know how one of those bastards even slipped out of the underworld. It turns toward me, a smirk on his lips at first, but when its eyes land on me, they widen in fear. Good. I lunge.

The hood over his face pooled in his eye sockets and nasal cavity. The phantom advanced in broken movements. He held out bone fingers as if scraping the air. I screamed for the life of me. “Get that thing away from me now!” “Silence, Shannon,” Samael demanded. “Where are your manners?” The phantom tilted its head. I could swear it snickered with a voice like dry desert wind. “They jumped ship when you summoned a skeleton.” “I SEE YOU HAVE DISCOVERED ANOTHER ACCESSORY, SAMAEL.” Dumah hissed, drawing out Corpseboy's name. His voice was like scraping knives

Understanding that most of the spirit world was going to look like this, the duo decided to make haste and began walking toward the city’s entrance… However, upon reaching the city’s gates, their entry was promptly blocked by a pale-faced man donning a long black robe. Staring at the two with his blue eyes, the black-robed man declared, “Neither of you belong here. Leave!” “Before that… Who exactly are you…?” asked Gerald. “I go by Phanto, and I’m the phantom officer of this place!” introduced Phanto, much to the surprise of Gerald and Rey. To think that phantom officers existed in the first place! It was almost like they were in some television drama or something!

He looked at the Phantom—the woman who looked like the mother he’d spent seven years grieving. “You can fix her?” Leo whispered, his voice a ghost of a child’s plea. “You can make the stone go away?” “I can make it like it never happened,” the Phantom promised. She held out her hand, palm up. “Just give me the frequency. Turn off the floor, Leo. Let the mountain rest.”