Phantom Thief Novels & Stories

I had never called a woman that, and even though she was one. She pulled her mask off and dropped it with a flourish. She was fūcking mocking me... I growled again, struggling against the metal cuffs. I tried to shift and break it, but the handcuffs were made of Styrodian, an unbreakable metal, and had some kind of herbs or magic in them which stopped the shifting. With a bow to me, the little thief disappeared into the night.

However, the intern reporter immediately sensed something was wrong, so she secretly recorded everything. That very night, an article appeared on a local Brookhaven forum with the headline: "The Inspirational Girl Who Claimed Her Cousin Hid Her Admission Ticket Actually Stole Her Cousin's Score". The piece maintained a remarkably level-headed tone, focusing on presenting a clear sequence of facts. Firstly, Naomi Gibson's actual exam score wwasn't the one she'd implied online. Secondly, the real guest of honor at the party should have been Stella Morrow who never showed up at the event.

A slow, hot burn that tightened my chest and slicked my thighs. Then I saw him. He rose from a throne of ebony and bone. A silhouette of pure darkness wrapped in black leather. Obsidian and silver covered his face—a wolf's snout, narrow slits for eyes, a mouth that showed nothing but the occasional gleam of fang. The Phantom. Our gazes locked. The bond slammed into place like a physical blow. A primal snarl ripped from his throat, echoing through the hall. Conversations died. Every wolf turned to watch.

"I know Nora is your ex-wife and you still have feelings for her, but this isn't a small matter." Ethan looked at her. His eyes held a coldness I had never seen before. "I have evidence," he said word by word. "Evidence that you stole my phone, evidence that you set this whole thing up, and evidence that you misused company funds and framed other people. I have all of it." The situation had completely reversed. Everyone gasped. My friend looked at me in confusion. She clearly didn't understand what was happening. I was also stunned. I looked at Ethan. For a moment, I felt lost.

No calls from Celeste asking why there was a sex tape of her husband all over the internet. I had bought myself some time. But peace was not something I could afford anymore. I had hired thirty more skilled armed men and they all had Scarlett's picture with them, as well as the pictures of the other members of the Phantom Circle that my contact had managed to dig up from old police records. Two men, four women. A group of thieves who had been operating across different cities before they set their sights on me. My contact had successfully gathered all the information on them. Their last known locations. Their aliases. Their patterns. Everything I needed to hunt them down like the animals the

Jenson immediately shook his head in an attempt to show his loyalty. "No, it's not me! I've followed you for years—how could I be working with the police?" "Well, if it's not you, then it must be you!" Phantom shot a finger at Dwight. Dwight stood still, his gaze cold and resolute as he locked eyes with Phantom. Without a word, he reached behind his head, pulling out a hidden tracker and listening device.

Months since the night I walked away, built walls so high no one could scale them — especially him. “Tell security to hold him,” I said coldly. She raised an eyebrow. “Hold… as in—” “Do it.” “Yes, sir.” She tapped quickly on her tablet and slipped out of the room. I pushed the ruined pen aside and stood. My reflection stared back at me from the floor-to-ceiling windows of my office: tailored black suit, silver tie, expression carved from stone. My underworld name Phantom carried weight now. People bowed in boardrooms and whispered my name in back alleys like it was a curse.

Lorena Athenarose Ganlasa, also known as Lory, is a talkative and clumsy woman who unexpectedly encounters a familiar yet mysterious man, Phoenix Eadmaer Koznetsov, an ex-military captain and the head of the Italian-Russian Mafia known as La Nera Bratva, one of the most feared crime syndicates. Phoenix is a close friend of Dark Smith and a notorious sniper. He is aloof, timid, and dangerous.

“Wait here.” I watched as the officer went and spoke to someone in a suit. He walked over to me. “Good afternoon...” he paused waiting for my name. “Dominic Thorn.” “Good afternoon, Mr. Thorn. I am Detective Connor Calloway. I believe you know whose car this is?” “It’s my fiancé's car, Leila Clarke. I was on the phone to her when the crash happened.” “Can you tell me what she said?” “Someone was following her, she said they were ramming her and then she crashed. There was a voice that said, ‘she’s mine’. Then the call cut off.”