Phantom Tales Of The Night Novels & Stories

At night, she hears whispers in the water. On the third night, Evelyn sees a flickering light drifting down the river. She follows it—drawn by something she doesn’t understand—and finds a wooden boat with a burning lantern and an old journal inside. The pages are filled with entries from a woman named Alara who speaks of binding spells, river spirits, and a curse upon her bloodline. The last page is stained and unreadable

it shouted. That gesture was not random. Felix had used the simplest soul attack technique from the Phaeron Codex while intentionally weakening his soul energy. After all, Xena had warned against instant kills, as the Phantoms' arrival served to gather information. This was his only option. The Phantom staggered in circles, clutching its head before collapsing. Though it appeared unharmed, its soul was destroyed, and it was now dead. The three mouths dissipated, revealing a blonde middle-aged man.

I mean, this is his room. My fingers brush against the paper pinned to the wall, vandalized by ugly crosses, question marks and unexplained lines. Looking a little closer, I can see, with horror, that these pages are about Phantom Wolves. Stories I would have been told as a child to be scared are right in front of my eyes. What I once believed was a myth, is pronounced here, to be seen by another believer. Words such as cursed, mate, and Phantom Wolf are circled. Swallowing, I walk across the room, my shoulder brushing against the photos and paper stuck messily to the walk. Nothing adds up. None of the information is anything I would have expected to see in here.

She stops daydreaming, and turned her attention back to her friends... ================================ It's already late at night, and Mariya is watching over the sleeping children. She's doing her rounds tonight, the check each of the children's room at the orphanage. After she checked all of the rooms, she's now walking at the hallway, and she's about to walk past Auntie Francia's office, but she suddenly stops when she heard the phone ringing inside. The ringing phone was so loud, that she's afraid the children who's sleeping nearby the room might wake up because of the noisy sound.

“Why not?” The Thing burst from Hendricks’s body then, a great shadow that emerged in a rush of wind and swirled into the ghost tree. “Lauren!” it said. Its voice promised, demanded, threatened all in one word. Its eyes glowed within the tree and its mouth was a giant hole made of starless night. The branches of the tree cracked, unfurling like fingers. They seemed fluid in a way that tree branches should not be, flowing down toward her. The trunk seemed to twist and bend so that those glowing eyes—red eyes, red eyes like a vampire in a movie, red eyes like the monster under your bed—drew closer and closer to her face. It seemed to fill up the whole world.

III The night was dark, darker than any other night before. Iltiras walked down the lonely path, the darkness didn’t bother him. He was more than curious what will happen on this path in the middle of the night. Stories were told about power-eating demons and faeries that attack travelers around midnight. He wanted to see them for himself, or as he liked to say with eyes unclouded. No one really dared to walk the path alone; no one wanted to because of the trees and their long, dreadful shadows, which fell on them, that looked like men with bony fingers that ended with talons. The leaves in their bases were bloody red in color. His leg stepped on one of the piles that were in his way, he exp

Mayari Tabbu’s eyes glowed green and gold, and in her lips — the spell unfolds. “Phantoms that show through light and day, come forth and lead the way! Find the book with the golden hook. Take a peak, take a look. Find the page that contains the rewinding spell, find the page that the shadows know all too well!” The hut shines bright as the Phantoms from day and night, crawled towards the hut — invisible from man’s line of sight.

"Tell him whatever you think it is best 'cause I won't be showing up. If 'she is asleep' that comes to your mind, say it. Or 'she don't wanna come' it is fine by me, 'she doesn't want to see you' whichever way. I am not just coming." "Okay then." "Thank you as you do so," I plugged my earpiece, then laid back on bed. "Goodnight." **** (No! Whimpering! Darkness! Fire! Tears!) Noo! Not again! I pressed my back against the wall, folded up a leg, then I dug my finger into my hair. This is beyond me mum, dad! I can't handle this all alone. What is the secret behind this nightmare? *** The shadow was moving closer. It was following me all over again. This couldn't be Brad. That was not Brad. So wh

“What’s in that?” Emma’s good mood vanished as she turned solemn, “Blood.” She gulped looking queasy, “it’s for Damion if he is uninterested in the girls they bring him.” Yuck. Vampires were monsters and Damion just proved my view on them. “Can you help me move my stuff?” I shivered thinking of sleeping in the same room as Eric. Emma looked apologetic, “I heard. I’m sorry Val lucky for you Eric usually leaves at night.”

Under the night sky, castles and towers in the capital city of the Great North are strangely luminescent, glittering like the stars themselves, while the rest of the establishments are in the dark. Mayhem City is a combination of contradictions, the light and the dark, the rich and the poor, and the oppressor and the oppressed.