Phantoms Mc Novels & Stories

He failed at both. “And what does that mean?” Keiran demanded. “For the pack?” Barrow’s voice lowered. “It means the pack must be careful,” he said. Elder Maelin nodded. “Phantom wolves,” she repeated, “are rare. Unpredictable. Powerful. And they draw attention.” My mother didn’t blink. “Attention from where?” she asked. Barrow’s cane tapped again. “The Outlands,” he said. The word hung in the air like smoke. Then Ingrid finally got what she wanted, her moment. She rose. Not fully, but enough to command attention. Her voice sharpened.

“Welcome to our humble home, Alpha Caleb. Luna Marina,” Mrs. Adamos greeted the ruling couple as Caleb and Marina made their way into the backyard where everything had been set up by Arthur and Zack—with the help from Damien—for the gathering in honor of Zachary Adamos becoming one of the members for Shadow Pack of Paphos, Cyprus.

i screamed, he angrily threw me a humans head , a dead human head and it was Mr franklin's head, i wanted to drop tears when i saw an innocent person's head but i had no time to cry, i had to run away , i almost reached the exit but he was there before me then he blocked the way . "Don't ever call me a punk again, punk" he said in an angry voice straight up to my face. "You are E.V.I.L !!" i yelled at him , he immediately grabbed my throat and threw me away, he was more powerful than i thought he was. I was gasping for air but he was still coming after me, he had no mercy at all , all he wanted was to kill me then replace me , that's why he killed Mr Franklin, he knew that Mr Franklin knew t

He put me in my place. I force myself out of bed and take a scalding shower, washing the phantom touch of the dream out of my hair with a sharp, sweet burst of fruity shampoo. Seeking comfort, I change into a loungewear set of blush-pink fuzzy shorts and a matching oversized t-shirt. I grab my phone from the nightstand, checking the screen out of habit. Still zero response from Michelle or my dad. The digital void is deafening. But there is a new text message blinking on the lock screen.

Sending the man back 300 feet at least hitting a few trees on his way. A man with short brown hair walked out, he had red brown eyes and it was a little unsettling to Jake to say the least.He looked like a demon to Jake but other then that Jake couldn't get a good look.Making it hard for him to assess the new man standing in front of him. Glory looked at Jake and whisper to him “He read minds, be careful what you think.” Jake just nodded and waited, when the man came into view he had a short black sleeve shirt that showed off his tattoos and muscles. There was a dragon spiraling down his arm, and the initial “HE” on his arm, Jake didn't doubt that there were other tattoos on his back by th

I keep my arms crossed and my eyes on Adrianna as she brings out every single toy she has ever owned and shows Chance. Austin, Chance and I were the only ones that came here. Austin had Slice and Ghost go over to the hospital to keep an eye on Candy, Max is with Shawna, and Bone is with Abby while she visits Julia, Austin's mother. The rest of the old ladies were called and told not to come to the clubhouse. Since this is a threat to us, we are officially on lock down. It's strange knowing we were just betting on an MC not being real and it all being some elaborate scheme to get to our heads from Alberts, and now here we are not one hour later, trying to figure out who the hell the Rejects M

I NEED to know who he is, and something tells me I won’t discover much if I approach him as Phantom Reaper. I don’t really even know who I actually am, to be honest. I never indulged in friendships or relationships with others. It’s just always been survival. The only person I had any kind of positive relationship was my mother. I don’t know my father but because of my hair color, I’m fairly certain my father was Christian Bartoa. I know he frequented the slave cells whenever he was bored, and the urge arises so it doesn’t surprise me, but I don’t intend to ever claim him nor carry his surname. The thought of actually SPEAKING to Damien makes me feel a weird sense of anxiety. I’m unsure if i

“I’m sorry this happened to you. I promise they’ll pay for it.” “Are we free to return? I sense no immediate danger,” the large man who smothered my mouth says, his voice gravelly. I glance at the other werecoyotes, now in human form. Their postures are rigid, shoulders squared, encircling us like a living wall. Muscles bulge from oversized limbs, their presence so intimidating I wouldn’t be surprised if accidental deaths followed in their wake. “Your guards are terrifying,” I mouth to Phantom. “They won’t hurt you.” Phantom steps back, unbuttoning his shirt. He strips it off, tossing it to the ground. His wink is quick, magnetic, before he kneels, flexing his muscles.

Peace returned, but only after it was earned. Phantom Moon became the largest pack in the kingdom. But despite all this, Hector was still out there. Still breathing. Still a threat. And I wouldn’t stop until he was nothing more than dust under my feet.

The cut was black leather in color with the white stitched patches which included the gang's name itself in full view as it draped along the chair. The emblem of a vicious howling black wolf with white eyes and snarling teeth bordered around a bright white moon with the name HOWLER MC. written in stitch form around the visual. The bearded man glanced at his cut and continued to make his way toward the brightly lit bathroom as the sun had burst through the small window above the shower and illuminated the entire room causing him to wince from the view once he stepped inside while his eyes adjusted to his newly lit surroundings.