Phantom Tails Novels & Stories

“They never let you go.” Before we could react, a black mist swirled behind him, and from it emerged a shape—tall and draped in shifting darkness. Its face was obscured, but glowing eyes peered through the veil of shadow. A Phantom. The man turned to run, but the Phantom was faster. It lashed out, and the moment its shadowy tendrils touched him, he let out an agonized scream. His body convulsed, his face twisted in horror as he disintegrated into dust before our eyes.

Xia slightly hooked up her plump pouty lips, it was very creepy that it would involuntary send shivers down to the spine, she thought, ‘Someone is tailing me? How daring it is. Is it a human or a zombie?’ When this thought flashed into her mind, she raise head and stared at the dark sky with twinkling eyes. The Red Moon who followed after her, every step she took reflected into her honeyed coloured phoenix eyes that shone where she is currently hiding at. It was very pleasant to the eyes but not pleasant at the same time.

In fact, I’m kind a worry about what’s happening. A light luster from above down to the ground. Then we saw a big open white blazing shell because of the light, and it added more instant shocked when there’s a round wisp of light slowly generating a figure of a human half body from head to waist and from waist a fish body tail as the light slowly fading. A white skinned long dark red hair and a glowing small blazing pearl attached on her white fish tail with a shining pearl on her belly button.

Like right now when it's pristinely white against the black sky. She felt as if it had magic as its light bathed her. She was entranced by its sight. Unconsciously and unaware, while Rana was looking at the moon, she didn't feel that one by one tail grew from behind her. One by one. A white beautiful tail shoots from behind her back, slithering slowly, growing out from her lower back, a tiny narrow muscle first shooting up from behind her, growing into a white fur quietly until it swished silently. The process repeated until nine white tails formed behind her.

I wasn't certain which but I was sure I had seen them. “So you are saying you saw a four headed beast with four tails in your room?" Marcel said in a sarcastic tone. I could tell he thinks I am speaking crazy. “Yes_No...I mean, it was dark so I didn't really see how it's body looks like, so I don't really know if it has four heads or four tails but those faces and eyes. The blue and yellow ones. I have seen them before. They were glowy. It must be real. You have to believe me," I said and I don't know why I was desperate for him to believe me.

Day three and Galene still didn't have a tail or resemble a fish. Feeling miserable, she wrapped her arms around her waist and admired her sister's grace. In daylight, Miro's tail was a sight to behold. Massive windows lined one side of the building, revealing a panoramic view of Beverly Hills. City lights provided an impressive backdrop for an elegant predator with a gleaming iridescent fishtail who propelled smoothly through the shallow salted waters.

he added again. Justin could die of curiosity at this, he already knows what a nine-tailed fox looks like, but why isn't the creature showing its shape now, has there been a change in the shape of the creature? Justin's two eyes could see the nine tails hovering, pitch black with glowing red stripes as if there was a demonic aura emanating from the tail. "What's that fox tail?" the monologue. Justin still doesn't understand. Judging from the tail alone, it's very scary, especially when it comes to body and face.

Like she could dive back into the deep if she just held on tight enough. The wind shifted. It carried voices now. Low, sharp, curious. The monsters with Legs. They were coming. And only then did Beatrice feel it. The wrongness. The absence. She tried to curl her tail around Lily’s waist the way she always had when they slept curled together in the cave. But nothing answered. No muscle. No fin. No sweep of scales against sand. Confused, she looked down. Where her tail should have been, pale skin stretched to her hips. Two shapes, straight and still, ended in soft, pink things with ten small ridges each. Not fins. Not flukes.

Mr Grim Reaper asked, not taking his gaze off me. She paused, a flicker of realization crossing her face. “Phoebe, would you like to share why you possess two tails?” Silence fell. My heart pounded fast in my chest as they all looked at me, waiting for a response I couldn’t give. The atmosphere became suffocating, making it hard to breathe. I shouldn’t answer. One wrong word could ruin everything. “Or perhaps, there’s something we should know,” Mr Grim Reaper said slowly, offering a polite smile that gave me chills. “Something about your origin.”

While their eyes could not be see, it was easy to guess that they were bulging out right now due to the extreme way by which their brows had been displaced. It was common knowledge that Beastmen could also use their tails in battle; however, unlike popular belief, the tail could do nothing more than act as a distraction for the enemy. It could not block a sword or hammer, and it definitely could not hold the weight of a Beastman. Skill fighters could use their tails to parry attacks, but that could only be achieved after years of training in order to adopt forms that would reduce the momentum of a strike to at least a tenth of its actual capability! However, how many could do this? Even wors