Phantom Tails Novels & Stories

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.

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.

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

said Eirian with a yawn. “Already?!” Dorin asked, surprised. “Well, at least you finally got your phasma core.” “A phasma core?” Dorin asked again. “A thunder god’s phasma core,” Pan Phineas explained. “Since our element has such destructive power, it has been a Heilig tradition to keep our phasma in a cradle or core where it can sleep until we need its power.”

Oz cried. Behind us were floating figures in black cloaks. Their heads were almost skeleton-like and their eyes were bright red. They had long bony fingers and pale skin. They were horrifying. “I think those are the Head Phantoms!” I answered. “Keep going!” “We’re almost there!” Agaras announced. There was a dark circle just like the one Penn and I had entered to ge here. “Go!” Gwenna yelled. “Remember you have to defeat them together.” “We will.” I whispered.

“Once we’ve made it safely through your land, consider your debt to my family line paid in full. Thank you.” And so, for the next four days, we had a royal escort from the scorpion queen’s tribe. They would circle our camp during the day while we slept to keep others at bay—although no one else actually came upon our camp—and at night, along with their exoskeletons that glowed fluorescent in the moonlight, their tails would light up and blink, providing a road for us to travel between. The lightning tails were a surprising detail to learn. “I had no idea your tails did that,” I exclaimed in delight. “How amazing. Now we can clearly see the words you form and talk while we ride.”

Now I was getting confused because I didn't understand where these questions and answers were leading, and I was more concerned about why I was in the same room as this man, his questions had occupied my mind so much that I didn't have time to recall what had transpired the previous day. "Well, since you don't know, I'll have to explain it to you," he said with a sly smile as he sat down next to me on the bed. "Phantom 20 is a new pill that is circulating among low ranked omegas. It's made from the slick of higher omegas, and it can induce heat in a forsaken, but only temporarily," he said with a serious tone, and I could only help but nod, but I still didn't understand what this had to do w