Phantom Tails Novels & Stories

"We have this war since the Phantom divided almost eight hundred years ago, right? Overtime, it nurtured death and hatred between the Triad. Unreasonable rules began, claiming them as taboos but in truth, there's nothing wrong about them at all. Your biological Mom and my Aunt Aria were mated for each other and the fact that you were born in this world proved that we may live without any war. In summary, you're the embodiment of the peace my father had dreamt of." I blinked in surprise. "Me? Why me?" Vance chuckled. "Isn't it obvious? You are the daughter of two Alphas——a Phantom and a Wolf Grave. So it means you're most likely the heiress of that position....maybe not right now because ever

Not only that it covers the main limbs, but then it goes as far as the other features for all of the Races in Fantasma, Tails for the Demi-Human, be it The Draconic tails or the Tails of the Fox Demi-Human. “..Wow..that is remarkable…it almost looks like a real limbs…if not for the Connector parts…people would’ve thought that it was a real limbs..”. (Lieutenant Colonel Selie) Selie actually speaks what is in my mind and also many that were in the Hall, and everyone were nodding in agreements at what she just said.

Pheles’ seven tails unfurled like lethal whips, filling the space. Bracing herself with a deep breath, she lunged towards me, brandishing a thorny blackthorn branch — the thorns could knock out an immortal for a few hours. For that, she had to stab me effectively. But her aim, wild with fear, barely grazed Pheles as he deftly dodged each slash. Pheles’ seven tails snaked around her, weaving an inescapable cage that tightened around her wrists, ankles, and torso the moment she showed an opening. Her breath hitched as she landed hard on the floor, each of her limbs was pinned helplessly.

Clearing my throat, Blaze floated from the floor and landed in Uriel’s hands like damn Tinkerbell. “This is a phantom tail. They help bring werewolves’ souls to the underworld that get lost along the way.”

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

I nodded, sniffling like a baby. “Don't do that; you'll ruin your makeup.” She gently hugged me. “Now, let's see our lady of the day.” She tugged on my hand, urging me to stand up. I did, slowly opening my eyes to see what was of me. Trailing down the flawless white cape that flowed down my body and formed a tail behind me, it glistened with fine stones of charming colors: pink, blue, and ash.

They looked like humans with the exception of their tails just like a fish. "Get those beads you see right there, start building what your mind tells you to. Do not force it. I will come to you." It was a strange female's voice. Following the lead, I obeyed my body that floated to the extreme end of the shimmering, enclosed space. I began picking the beads while glancing at the tailed creatures minding their business. It was weird seeing the women crying in pleasure while the males sat on their belly and something huge and long went through an opening on the spot that the belly button is supposed to be.

This period of seclusion had significantly enhanced his strength with ease. However, he did not emerge from his seclusion immediately. Above his head, a mysterious formation materialized. It had a peculiar design, featuring a phantom figure sitting in a lotus position atop it. Beneath the formation, another phantom sat in a lotus position, and these phantoms moved up and down. While the central formation collected numerous cryptic inscriptions, it seemed motionless but was, in fact, undergoing countless subtle changes every second.

Feral’s now elongated ears trembled nervously in a way that could soften even an angel’s heart and he smiled a bit shyly. Thankfully, although people couldn’t help staring at him what they actually had their eyes on was the beast on his neck. On the slender neck stood a graceful-looking fox with a stunning pair of eyes holding a blue sclera and sharp red pupils that emitted such pressure that could make one’s hair stand and even more astonishing was the glowing seven tails which stood majestically behind his back leisurely swaggering in the air while others caringly caressed the elf.

Its ears had stood up straight, searching for the source of the sound, slowly breathing through its muzzle as its eyes searched round in the darkness and the woods for the one who made such sound It still had a Mark on its claws. The other had shifted back to his human form, and his pain had increased with his shifting process. He was weak beyond imagination. The Phantom was a powerful beast that night, and his strength had failed him when it came to fighting such a monstrosity. It searched until its eyes had caught the sight of something hidden within the trees. It intentionally reduced his breath, breathing slowly while it strained its eyes deeply into viewing what it had suspected to be t