Novel & Cerita Phantoms Mc

Grace's POV “Prez,” Bunny said, his tone filled with anger. “They’re MCs! They’re definitely MCs! I can see their bikes! They look like the same ones that have been tailing you and Cracker!” Say what?! “See what club?” Prez replied, sounding not so surprised, while I made a mental note to torture ‘what the hell is going on’ out of him later! “No clear visual!” “Anyone got a visual on their tags?” Prez tried again and finally, the gunfire seemed further away than it had just a second ago.

Then his head snapped toward the tree line, wolf instincts alerting before mine did. "Someone's coming, Mama." The messenger emerged—young, wearing colors I recognized immediately. Crescent Moon. My stomach dropped. "State your business," Marcus intercepted, hand on his blade. "Message for the Phantom. From Beta Cade Blackthorne of Crescent Moon pack." Five years. Five years since I'd heard that pack's name spoken aloud. I stepped forward slowly. "I'm the Phantom." The messenger's eyes widened slightly, taking in my appearance. I knew what he saw—silver-tipped hair, battle scars, eyes that had seen too much violence.

Third Person Pov: Thomas Allen is one of the most ruthless leaders in the mafia gang Hayden Wren heads. Its known as 'Python'. Recently, there's been a fued between the two, hence; Thomas moved to Dubai. The members of the gang thought things would dissolve over time... but it didn't. Communication seized between the two for the past two years. Now, Thomas is back to set things right.

Now I was getting confused because I didn't understand where these questions and answers were leading, and I was more concerned about why I was in the same room as this man, his questions had occupied my mind so much that I didn't have time to recall what had transpired the previous day. "Well, since you don't know, I'll have to explain it to you," he said with a sly smile as he sat down next to me on the bed. "Phantom 20 is a new pill that is circulating among low ranked omegas. It's made from the slick of higher omegas, and it can induce heat in a forsaken, but only temporarily," he said with a serious tone, and I could only help but nod, but I still didn't understand what this had to do w

"We just want to be prepared. Know what we're in for." He sighs and runs a hand through his short dark hair. Then he seems to pull himself together and nods his head. " Well, first off, he's a legend for a reason. The worst of the worst. All he cares about is blood." "Blood?" I ask, confused. He nods. "All Thantos cares about is blood. His pack is solely made up of pureblooded, born, wolves." "Wait, I thought he took in all the wolves that bowed down to him twenty years ago. That must've included made wolves."

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.

He didn't expect Phantom to be not only a necromancer but a skilled martial arts expert as well. "Over these years, plenty of people have tried to find me and kill me. I would've been ripped to pieces long ago if I didn't know a thing or two myself," Phantom said. "But now that I've fully mastered the art of necromancy, I no longer have to live in hiding." He pointed at Roy and the others, saying, "They are my first batch of test subjects. As for you lot…" Pointing at Cassian and the others, he added, "You guys will be my second batch of test subjects."

Next, I logged into my personal account, created a new post, and hit publish. The information was shared across the entire internet. In less than ten minutes, the trending charts crashed completely. The tide of public opinion flipped in an instant, and outrage swept across the web. [A plot twist? That flight attendant is basically a murderer! She crushed someone's life-saving medicine and then tried to pin the blame on the innocent doctor!] [The Stafford family is disgusting. Their own hired doctor turned their heir into a vegetable, and they're blaming the Phantom Surgeon?]

"Evelyn doesn't stop. She’s like a shark—if she stops moving, she dies. We need to fortify the district. I want a wall of steel around this clubhouse by morning." We walked back into The Vault. The celebration was over, the floor covered in glass and blood. But as the Phantoms began to clean up, there was a new kind of energy in the air. They weren't just a club anymore. They were a family under siege. Ruan led me back to the throne. He didn't sit. He stood in front of it, his arm around my waist, looking out at the men who were now my brothers. "Listen up!" Ruan roared. "Tonight, the board tried to take what is ours. They tried to kill our future. But they forgot one thing. A Phantom doesn'

But his silence was sad, crushing whatever hope I had left. " Five..." Damon’s voice was laced with amusement. He was enjoying this, watching me break, watching Alex falter. Then, out of nowhere, a figure crashed into Damon, sending him across the floor. It was Phantom, the final member of the Prime Order. Damon hit the ground hard, clearly caught off guard. Phantom’s entrance was so sudden that even the shadows Damon controlled flickered for a moment, losing their form. “Couldn’t let you have all the fun without me,” Phantom said.