Phantom Shadow Entertainment Novels & Stories

Two other candelabra stood at the center and at the other end of the table, lighting the faces of the wielder dining in with a blast of deep crimson. Shiela munched the last of her rice before clearing her throat and saying, in a rather clear and important voice, “Zorphe is already under the enemy’s clutch. While doing patrol, we had to separate in two teams and sneak around to not get noticed by these wielders.” She sighed as she twirled the spoon in her hand. “There are two groups threatening this land. One, those masters they called ‘Phantoms,’ which as their name suggest, a bodiless (not the literal one, she added to the horrified look on the Magistrates faces) wielders whose a master of

After Jane left, Valles, brimming with curiosity, leaned in and asked, "Donovan, was that really the Martial Arts Alliance's vice leader? I've never heard of him before." The old man stroked his beard, sighing in admiration. "That was none other than Shadow Phantom, Henry. He and our leader built the Martial Arts Alliance from the ground up." Valles's eyes widened in shock. "What? That was Shadow Phantom? But isn't he supposed to be dead? He's been missing for years!" Donovan scoffed, clearly annoyed. "Ridiculous rumors! The vice leader is highly skilled. How could he possibly be dead?" Valles grew even more intrigued.

Not someone paid just to sow chaos. Damon leaned back, glass of scotch in hand, watching the screen shift her signature into a shape he hated: human. Patterns with restraint. Motives that weren’t money-driven. His analysts called her a phantom. Damon wasn’t so sure. Shadows had bodies. Shadows were cast by something real. And the most dangerous thought he’d entertained, the one that kept him from sleeping, was that he’d already met the body behind this particular shadow. His mind flicked, unbidden, to Elara Duval.

"Wait here." He was back in thirty seconds, clutching a single, thick manila folder. He opened it and thrust the first document into my hands. "I spent the last two hours setting this up," he began, his voice clipped and precise, the CEO mask back on, hiding the desperate man underneath. "By noon, a new company, The Phoenix Group, will be fully operational. It is a private film financing entity. It's untraceable, completely separate from Armani Entertainment, and I own one hundred percent of it. Mason can't touch it. He can't even smell it."

Shadow breathed. Upon her nonchalant statement, Phantom’s face was like he was experiencing a major heartbreak, a hurricane in his heart, and train-wrecked emotions. His eyes quivered like an earthquake. Shadow was smart to shut her mouth after that because Phantom went off. Like a rocket. “WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU? WHAT THE FUCK, SHAD?!” He was extremely agitated. “I am not dying, Phantom.” Shadow tried to diffuse the situation by talking calmly. Though, she wasn’t exactly helpful by the way she sat in a laid-back manner against the sofa. Conscious of her sitting position, she changed immediately to be obedient.

“My father never set foot in the Philippines again after that. I guess he was so ashamed of what he had done to my mother. When Shadow started to gain fame outside Korea, Big Break Entertainment sent some lawyers to me and my mother. They made us sign NDAs to keep our mouths shut about the Filipino named Jason Manabat and his relationship to Shadow. Mrs. Kim thought that such information would be detrimental to Shadow’s fast-rising career.

“Just reviewing tomorrow’s agenda.” Bridget’s legs felt like water. She smiled at her father and pretended the aftershocks weren’t still rippling through her. Later, alone in her room, she lay on the bed in the dark and opened the podcast app. *Shadow Marketing* Episode 1 had exploded. 1,200 downloads in a single evening. Comments scrolled: *This is the rawest take on corporate power I’ve ever heard.* *Whoever you are, you get it.* *The shadow claims you… damn.*

I was surprised that I didn’t feel sad at all. You must have forgotten, Chandler. When I first married you, I playfully mentioned that my mom was especially afraid of the dark. You had hung up star-shaped lights all over this locust tree for her. You said that this way, she wouldn’t be afraid anymore. How about now? You had left her alone in that dark, claustrophobic coffin for so long. [Get to the hospital and take care of your mom!] Chandler spat. [I’m not getting involved. Her decision to commit suicide was her own, it has nothing to do with me!