Phantom Thieves Anime Novels & Stories

Exiting the room, he confronted Anom in a harsh, demanding tone, "What happened here!?" Anom, feigning weakness, pointed shakily in the direction of the camp and stammered, "He… the… thief… there-" Before he could complete his sentence, his body wavered, and he tumbled forward towards the man. 'Now catch me, lower me down gently, and get lost; I need to make my escape,' Anom thought as he descended. To his surprise, the man swiftly evaded the falling Anom and sprinted out of the room.

Akihiko keeps his phone down and starts to think of the various things the person could be. ‘He’s not a mafia. First of all, is it even a male or a female? Could he be some kind of murderer. Not possible from their way of talking. Then what else…?’ He turns on the T.V and takes a seat on the couch. He changes the channels while thinking hard. [Kei? You ready? it’s the final boss of this world!] “Hm… Hm? OH, THE NEW EPISODE IS OUT!” he says and while leaving the thinking aside he continues to watch the anime playing on the T.V.

Spasming and glitching, Gilda stood at her spot as three thieves went through her house and stole all her coffee supply. When Zen left the apothecarist after the fourth heist, he smirked in satisfaction. They were finally truly prepared for a caffeine counterattack on those blue slimes. “Come on, let’s get out of here.” Tracer and Gambler shared a look, then shrugged and followed after the shorter Asian boy.

Right after, the phantom would materialize to eliminate him. After entering the outside territory, this phantom was aware of James’ circumstances. James had been through so much, which led him to trust James for the time being. However, the knowledge that the phantom possessed was limited to what it perceived in its current form. The Ancestral Blood Master’s original body could not sense whatever the phantom was able to unless James returned to the Chaos with the Ancestral Blood Master’s phantom. Upon hearing this, James’ eyes lit up, and he asked, “How strong is this phantom?”

certain thief still had never heard of the ‘Silver Hand’. During this moment when everyone from the Suzaku clan had been at their wits’ end about yesterday’s matter, where they had been collectively been plundered, a certain little thief was returning from a rewarding journey. That certain little thief sat on top of that pile of stolen goods and was beaming with pleasure as she was listing down the harvest she had this time.

They were looking at the dome with yellowed, silver-burned eyes, their instincts telling them that the sanctuary was a lie. Outside, the Phantom stopped sobbing. She looked directly into the nearest security camera, her silver-gray eyes void of all humanity. She raised a hand, her fingers pointing toward the western pylon—the exact spot where the dome’s frequency was weakest. "The anchor is cracked," the Phantom whispered, her voice carrying the subsonic growl of the High Council. "Now... open the door for the remainder." A massive, rhythmic thumping hit the dome. Not the rain. Not the drills.

A red dotted map appears, indicating that the Lord is in danger and at the point shown on Don Lee's cell phone. Don Lee was a little confused, he knew, his master was not someone to be easily defeated. He was sure, the situation that befell his master was not an ordinary situation. That's why, he brought many of his troops to the location point. Not only ordinary troops, Don Lee also brought the greatest troops in martial arts. ______ Jordan Catwalk entered the laboratory room. The man carried a syringe with a green liquid in it. "What do you want from us?" asked Jeremy. Jordan, who was walking with Diana and Jack beside him, laughed.

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

- the first one says. - True - the other two answers, in unison. Those creatures were fox shifters, Japanese kitsune, and belonged to a small pack of thieves and con artists. Now that they had set their sights on Lucifron, they weren't going to let him get away. Stealthily, they approach and inspect the sleeping man. He didn't smell human, so they got closer to see what the man was. One of them signals to the others and they retreat to safety. - We are lucky. – the first one says, with a smirk.

This maniac was going to blow my head off. “It looks good on you. Like a little broken puppy.” He snide, tracing his filthy index at the collar he cinched around my neck. “This will keep him from killing me.” This time, he finally catches my gaze. Is that really him? My phantom. Had really come after three days? Or was it only three days have gone by? The torment felt like it went on forever. “I’m gonna give him a warm welcome him.” I just close my eyes, the last of my strength sapping out, and the last thing I remember was the voice of a familiar man.