Novel & Cerita Phantom Thief

"Just who are you?" As if finally hearing his question, the old man grinned, flashing his yellowed teeth at them. "I'm the Phantom of Thimberton." The Phantom of Thimberton? Cassian was dumbfounded. It was her first time hearing that name. "Dr. York… I might know who he is," Fiona piped up timidly. Cassian swiftly turned toward her, who seemed quite terrified. "You know about him?" he hurriedly asked.

Rocky's voice nagged from outside, accompanied by more persistent knocking. The seconds stretched like hours. Jonas could hear his own breathing, could feel the weight of Phantom's stare, could practically count the heartbeats until she made her decision. Then, slowly, Phantom lowered the gun. "Consider this payment for looking after my little brother," she said, sliding the weapon beneath her leather jacket with the same fluid motion she'd used to draw it. She adjusted her black sunglasses, transforming back into just another beautiful woman in expensive clothes. Payment. Like I'm some kind of babysitter.

He picked up his phone and spoke in a chilling monotone. “Target in sight. We’ll be able to avenge the Second Commander soon.” From the other end, Black Shark—Raze—replied, “Good. Make sure Sebastian and the others are wiped off the face of the earth.” The call ended. The man, Phantom, toyed with a small detonator in his hand. He could trigger it at any moment—but he was waiting for the perfect timing. Meanwhile, James and Tyler were circling behind the building, searching for an entry point. But the structure was exposed and unstable. Any direct approach risked being spotted by Megan, which could end in disaster.

I had to find something I could do to make money that I could be discrete enough to accomplish without drawing the attention of the massive amount of people I managed to successfully piss off by means of killing the under-lord, Christian. That led to my current livelihood of being an assassin. I started out with nothing more than the knife that killed my mother, Christian’s belt and sheath, and my rags cut, sewed, and repurposed into a disguise to hide my hair and face. I was sloppy in the beginning, and it was a wonder I’d never been caught. As the years passed, I became the most efficient, deadly, mysterious, and untraceable assassin. I entered unseen, killed in silence, and vanished witho

"The statue is a trap! Follow the red coat! She’s the only one who isn't stone!" The crowd surged toward the flickering Gate Four. The Phantom looked back at the security camera, her silver-gray eyes unblinking, a slow, tectonic smile stretching her stolen lips. She reached out her hand, her long, mercury-slicked fingers closing around Toby’s wrist, and she stepped into the shadow of the airlock, the manual release bar already in her grip.

"Alright, don't worry about her. Even if Bethany's been abducted, she won't let herself end up at a loss." He had faith in the people he'd trained. If not for Bethany's abilities, she wouldn't have become one of his five assistants. … In Ghosthorn, Phantom looked at the unfamiliar woman before him. Then, he kicked the subordinate who'd brought her to him, sending him flying and crashing to the ground. The subordinate took a while to recover before getting to his knees. He clutched the spot where he'd been kicked and bent over a little from the pain. Phantom roared, "I told you to get the woman who came the other day, yet look at what you brought me! You just fucking got a random woman to bru

“Shut up, pup. I need to finish what I’m saying before they get back from the store.” Bryant tried to say something, but Garrett, Will, and Bethany growled low in warning to him. He crossed his arms and pouted. “Thank you. What the Vasili didn’t realize when he ordered me to be taken was just how much of an enemy he was taking into his home. I know Ford and Rao.” The wolves gasped. “I am known to hunters and trackers as ‘The Phantom’. I hunt them. I’m gathering information, then I’m leaving and I’m taking all of you with me. With luck, we’ll take the bulk of his succubae, too. Any questions so far?” Madison asked.

"Actually, I'm not sure. But that's the only logical explanation. Those damn Phantoms are ready. They've even set up a safe evacuation route for the slaves. They couldn't be that prepared without having received detailed information beforehand. Our goods are disguised as home décor products. Ordinary law enforcement officers won't be able to interfere with this plan." Abelardo Zagami fell silent. He thought about the possibility that Aaron Kennedy had mentioned. It made perfect sense. It wasn't the first time Phantom had interfered with them. In addition, Phantom's abilities were above average and very troublesome. It would be easy if they only knew who Phantom's members were. Unfortunately,

As for the rest of the squad, although they were slower by a tick in moving off, they all made up for it with incredible enthusiasm as they all quickly closed in on the two fleeing elves with warped expressions. The two fleeing elves both cursed their luck inwardly as they did their best to make a getaway. They had both heard of this squad of zealots that belonged to the Phantom Thieves Guild so it only took a moment for the duo to recognize them. This squad was known as the Dutchman, gaining their name both from the fact that the red-head squad leader went by the name of Davy Jones, and the fact that the squad chased down prey similarly to how its fictional counterpart chased down its own t

That’s how she survived. The hitman was already waiting in the abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city. Their meeting spot. The place smelled of dust, engine oil, and secrets too dark to say out loud. She didn’t flinch walking into the cold shadows. If anything, she welcomed the chill that settled over her shoulders like an old friend. Dillon would now be her second victim. Another foolish soul falling by her hand, all for her one and only, Hunter.