Phantom Thief Novels & Stories

“I don’t have any other choice, Markus. Cassandra erased every trace — every piece of evidence. He’s the only one who can recover it.” Markus swallowed hard. “They used to call him Phantom in the security team. A hacker who could break through any firewall. Even Adrian’s system got breached once — before Phantom was recruited.” Rain began to fall lightly as Rosemary stepped forward, dampening her hair and shoulders. “If Cassandra can have her own cunning allies, then I can have someone who knows how to play their dark games.” The metal door screeched as Markus pushed it open. Inside, dim lights flickered. The air reeked of cigarette smoke and electricity — the rhythmic sound of rapid typing

He sheepishly rubbed his nape before giving me a quick smile as he heard me complimenting him. "Before I forgot, I'm Ziel Xeph Harris." He offered his hand for a shaking hand. I looked at it for a moment before taking it. "Astrid... Astrid Calliope Monroe." "Do you need to go now?" He asked as he saw me checking my wristwatch. Since I planned to buy something for Kolten and Orion. I simply nodded before I put on my black shoulder bag, and grabbed the frappé I had just order. "It was really good to see you again. By the way, do you want to have your free coffee now? I am about to order some for my friends." He just shook his head and a smile etched on his face.

“Yup. Either the enemy has a powerful hacker house, or the man wasn’t in the system.” “The latter.” Shadow stared into nothingness, her brain was working hard. It was impossible for any kind of system to pass by Phantom. Phantom was the A.I. that lived in the system. He ran the system internally and single-handedly overpowered everything that came from the outside. “The man is from Bulteo. Hundred percent.” Jenny squinted her eyes at Pink. “Does your brother know?” “Oh, hell yes. He surely did. Because Pink knows.” She glanced at her. “The time of the crime matches with the news.”

FatPiggy: “It's definitely a prank! Something is going on with the clans, maybe some shy and hidden prodigy is coming out of his cocoon now. This guy is not Clanless.” Goblin_123: “If I could only have half of his skills… his trident looks so fucking gorgeous.” 9Triangle9: “Hhahaha… Excellent!! that's how a real man is supposed to fight.” Thot_Slayer: “Hey Guys! I know Phantom’s identity. It’s Joe mama XD”

Realization dawned on the Southern Boss. As one of the most influential forces in the southern region, the Southern Boss heard that the Dragon Corps in the eastern region hunted down The Phantom, who ranked fifth place on the criminal list. He also heard that Zack, who was also in the Advanced Almighty State, was one of the Dragon Guards who hunted The Phantom down. Since Zack led the Dragon Guards from the eastern region to back the Draon Corps in the southern region up, it made sense that the Scarlet Thief would not survive their attack.

THREAT: HIGH-AGILITY. The four Phantoms didn't issue a warning. Their sleek chrome heads split open, revealing glowing, violet laser emitters. They moved with blinding speed, leaping silently off the walls and ceiling, rushing down the hallway toward the intruders. "Contact!" Ren shouted, dropping to one knee. He didn't use the scope. At this range, and with their speed, it was pure instinct. CRACK. The sabot round caught the lead Phantom mid-leap, shattering its chrome chassis and sending it spinning into a priceless holographic painting of a waterfall.

Yet, I couldn't shake the feeling that The Phantom was already weaving their web, unseen and unchecked. --- Damian's Perspective Our investigation led us to a series of underground networks in the eastern districts. The Phantom's influence was subtle but pervasive—small gangs uniting under a common banner, illicit trades operating with newfound efficiency. One night, Lena intercepted a communication detailing a clandestine meeting of The Phantom's lieutenants. It was the opportunity we needed. "We'll infiltrate the meeting," I decided. "Capture key figures and extract information." --- Elara's Perspective As Damian prepared for the operation, a sense of foreboding settled over me. The Phanto

“Hush now, angel. You’re safe. I’m not mad.” “Sorry.” She whispered. “I apologize. Concubi have nasty tempers.” I chuckled. “Is there anything else?” “Who is the Phantom?” Gunderson asked. “The Phantom is a prolific serial killer who’s been active for the last three years in the state. He kills trackers and hunters primarily, but has been known to take out guards from camps. No one knows who he is. Reports are different each time about his description. We’ve been trying to get him, but it’s nearly impossible. He’s careful and always deadly. No victim has ever been left alive.” Colin explained.

"Cold, isn't it?" Spinning on his heels, the phantom automatically got into a defensive stance. One didn't know when the bronze statue of the man started moving. The phantom narrowed his eyes. No, it wasn't the statue moving but it's shadow. In it stood another robed figure that had entered the venue completely unnoticed. Something white flickered in between the new shadows fingers before he lightly threw it at the phantom. Cautiously, the phantom caught it out of the air. It was a bone coin with three stars engraved in it. The phantom sent it back to its owner, but his stance relaxed visibly. "Everyone thought you were dead."

Dupont of the Alchemy Department, Prof. Reginald Morell of Arcane Arts, Prof. Dimitrio of Herbology, and Prof. Raevers of charms. There was also a hooded person with them who seemed to be floating on air, beside whom stood the groundskeeper and head of Cryptozoology, Damien Wolvesbane. “Pan Phineas!” Dorin called to the hooded person who slightly tilted his head.