Phantom Shift Novels & Stories

Dax ordered. Dax spurred the Interceptor forward, charging directly into the center of the crimson swarm. As three Ronin glided toward him, their blades raised, Dax hit his manual override. "Phase-Shift!" For two seconds, Dax and his motorcycle slipped into the iridescent blue sub-ether. The three magenta katanas passed harmlessly through his phantom chassis. Before the Ronin could recover their balance, Dax dropped back into solid reality behind them, drawing his SMG and firing point-blank explosive rounds into the exposed, unarmored exhaust ports on their backs.

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

Tyrus casually waved his hand, and the ball formed by the fallen leaves hurtled toward James. Woosh! The wind howled and the force swept raced toward him. James quickly stepped back. He summoned his True Heavenly Energy and concentrated it in his hand. He leaped 30 meters into the air and swung his fist at Tyrus. From his fist, a phantom fist shot forward. The phantom fist was formed from concentrated True Energy. It contained a devastating strength, enough to split mountains. The illusory phantom fist struck the ball of fallen leaves, dispersing it instantly. The fallen leaves floated apart and flew away in the breeze.

I pointed back to Beth’s door while staring at Henry “what kind of cat shifter are you if you haven’t noticed the phantom that has been lurking around inside her bedroom?” “Phantom?” I whispered to myself, he’s right, I didn’t even notice, let alone think that there was one stalking around, that must explain why Beth would wake up in the middle of the night screaming with terror. It was feeding on her. Phantoms were known as little shadows that fed on misery and Beth had a lot of it. “you’re a poor excuse of a Protector, some big brother you are” Logan scuffed “It’s sad when I’m the only one that had noticed it”

But the last minute change got into Logan's head, and he couldn't keep the ball out of the net. That's how the ricochet effect began. I couldn't seem to block for shit. Daniel kept kicking too wide. The stress of the change, and probably more so the curiosity about what was wrong with Santos, just killed our stride. Even Luca Montoya, who is usually one of our more reserved players, pulled a yellow card and had to rein in his defense so he didn't get tossed out. It was brutal. So while the Earthquake fans are celebrating loudly in the stands, the Texas Mutiny is walking off the field, with our tails tucked firmly between our legs. Not just in shame, but possibly in anticipation of our asses

"Thanks, but I don't want to leave the present behind. I'm going to a baby shower." "What a coincidence, so am I. The present's not a problem. I've got great balance. I'll hold it if you hold onto me." Another guest for Naomi's party, which meant he was a shifter, just like her. The smell of exhaust made her unable to sniff what species he belonged to. Not that it mattered-she already had a man, sort of, once he stopped acting like a stubborn ass.

Not aggressively—just shifting to sit up. And then Logan noticed it. The way the man tilted his head. The way his eyes followed movement. The way he twitched, almost like he was— Like he was a dog. “Oh my god,” Logan whispered, the phone slipping from his fingers. He knew he wasn’t crazy. The man was the dog.

she said without hesitation. “Many like to believe I did. He believed I did. I used it to my advantage,” he said mildly. Then his tone shifted, grave once more. “I already asked my partner about this. He confirmed what I suspected. There's no way to destroy the phantom without erasing the IP of the original sender completely. That’s why there’s been a delay.” Athena nodded slowly. “It's the only way?” “Yes. That means…”

he murmured with a low chuckle, shifting gears before pressing the accelerator fully. The Aurelia Phantom answered instantly, surging forward with impossible speed as the world blurred into streaks of motion and the wreckage dissolved into the distance.

"I’m the fire that's going to burn the ledger." I lunged again. I didn't use the dagger. I used my stone hand. I grabbed the Phantom by the throat. The mercury-slicked skin of the clone began to freeze under my touch, the absolute zero of my petrification fighting the Mirror-link. The Phantom’s eyes widened, a flicker of genuine, robotic terror crossing her face as she felt her own system being overwritten by the First Prime’s rejection. "You... will... die... with... me," the Phantom wheezed.