Novel & Cerita Phantom Thief

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.

I would've smiled if fear hadn't gripped my heart, threatening to still the pounding thuds hammering in my ears. Henchmen was the Scorcher's name for the law enforcers that patrolled the perimeter of the walled Cities. Each town had their own legion and the scorchers hated them all, almost as much as the henchmen hated them.

I couldn’t afford to lose it right now, but I also had to get out of there as soon as possible or it would be too late. “Well, you are the only heir to the throne, aren’t you?” He looked amused and a little surprised. “I am not! You know I thought you beasts were stupid, but I never realized the extent of your stupidity.” I laughed. I was pushing the envelope, but I seriously had to get out of there. If I told him I was a nobody, he would just kill me. If I told him I was somebody, my life would definitely get more complicated. Why did this have to happen now? My life was finally going somewhere. What I found strange was that we were never taught that they could shift form. That I found inte

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

He laughed at that, and the vibration in his chest sent a shiver down my spine. Still holding me, he turned the black stallion around and slowly headed home. The sunset stretched our shadows long across the golden field until they overlapped and merged into one. I looked at the shadows, and a ridiculous thought suddenly popped into my head. "Actually… Maybe this isn't that bad." The thought terrified me, so I immediately nipped it in the bud. "Wake up, Summer Reed! This is showing symptoms of trauma bonding! He's a madman and a kidnapper!" I screamed to myself.

A figure in white synthetic armor dropped through the opening, his blue optical sensors scanning the room in a wide, mechanical sweep. He saw the empty bed. He saw the darkness. I stepped out of the shadow, the Phantom Blade catching a stray spark of my own bioluminescence. I didn't call for Damian. I didn't scream. The Harvester began to turn, his pulse-rifle rising, but I was already inside his guard. My hand, mapped in glowing silver, reached for his throat. In the hallway, the sound of heavy, unhurried boots echoed. The primary door’s electronic lock screeched as it was overridden from the outside.

He paused, then looked at me. "If you want, I can alter its structure. Break the connection. I can even make it backfire on the person who cast it." So that was how it was… No wonder she became some so-called 'lucky streamer.' She was not lucky. She was burning through my luck, stealing my life. "How much?" I asked without hesitation. "I don't charge," he replied, calm and firm. "Stopping things like this is a good enough reason." I froze for a second, then immediately handed him the paper.

Jace continued, “they never touch the door. They convince the building to fall down on its own.” Elena’s jaw tightened. That phrasing hit too close to home. “That’s Phantom Wolf,” she said quietly. Jace swallowed. He nodded, eyes never leaving the screen. “Yeah. That’s what I figured.” He dug further, bypassing financial networks entirely, chasing behavioral echoes instead. Old server routes. Dead infrastructure. Ghost protocols that should’ve been obsolete years ago. Still nothing concrete. “No ID,” Jace said after several long minutes. “No current face. No clean access points. Whoever this is, they’ve been planning to be untraceable for a long time.”

"The Phantom has been working in the shadows for years, slowly building an army of loyal followers. They’ve been infiltrating packs, sowing discord, and eliminating those who oppose their vision. Their ultimate goal is to create a new order where they rule over all packs with an iron fist." Sylvester's jaw tightened. "Why should we trust you? How do we know you're not part of their plan?" Alaric met his gaze without flinching. "I was once a part of their organization," he admitted. "But I left when I saw the true extent of their ambitions. I couldn't stand by and watch them destroy everything we hold dear. I have information that can help you, but you have to act quickly. The Phantom is plan

“You must make him give it to you.” The dungeon bells rang. My jaw clenched. I turned away without another glance, my boots echoing as I strode toward the open doors. I already knew why the bells had been sounded. And as I stepped into the corridor, my suspicions were confirmed. ___________ Zeke. The thief who had stolen my salvation. He was bold, I’d give him that, but he was weak. Stupid. And worst of all, mine. Fate be damned. Curses be damned, because I would not—could not—be tied to this reckless, mouthy creature who knew nothing of silence, of obedience.