Phantoms Mc Novels & Stories

“Just…don’t die.” Sunny stepped forward, and everyone stared at him. The guy had an unnaturally grim expression on his face. “We are the Phantoms,” he said with a light snort. “We are the elites of Hati. The wolves of the night! Raven’s Gate shall learn the terror of the jaws of Hati! The wolves are about to be let loose on this day. Our blades will not shatter.” He placed one hand on the hilt of his Jormungand that is sheathed by his side. “Our will and spirits will not be cut by one such as Raven’s Gate.” He looked from one face to the other. “And even if the paths that we take in the future may be different, and might even separate us, the iron will that binds us to the will of Hati will

“If I am targeted, and so will she.” “Don’t worry. I already dispatched my men to guard her.” Of course, he does. However, it occurred to me just now that despite somehow foreshadowing my phantom’s identity right at the beginning when Damon was introduced to me and knowing how he was the CEO of the leading electronic company. I know only very little of him.

Lucy and I could be in the Freedom Pack by now. "Seriously-" A furious Rylan was cut off by Malik. "You need to make your decision on how you are going to continue from now on," he says, looking at both me and Rylan. "How can we cure the disease?" I decide to ask. Malik visibly cringes. "There are repercussions I'm not sure you will want to hear. Thea was able to live, due to having a very Phantom mate." Phantoms. Another thing I knew very little about. They were creatures of myth, which no one ever bothered to inform me on. I'm lucky with that though, apparently, since I heard they give people nightmares. Perks of having no friends, I suppose.

A malicious air permeated into the air as he glanced towards the forest, meeting the eye of a feral beast. The man appeared ecstatic then his surprised face went cold as he ordered his men to open the car door. They drove away from there and there flashed before her the life she had been living while she still has no recollection of the past. She was Zane Fangs, the daughter of the Alpha of Dusk Dawn Pack, 21 years old. TBC Maple Writes (Don't forget to leave a comment, share and give me reviews for me to know if there are things that I should improve with and change at the same time. Have a good day. Enjoy reading.)

Zayn encouraged him to howl and run as fast as he could, his eyes becoming bloody from the intensity of his pain and anger. He fell over the broken door to make Mike tremble and immediately retreated in fear, many werewolves with him She smiled as she saw him standing with difficulty trembling lightly from the intensity of his pain, as he was subjected to many of those shocks! He fell to the ground and slowly walked behind one of the trees. He immediately turned and put on a spoon on his foot to get Zayn out for them “Mars,” he exclaimed, but the other one was gone, he didn't even feel his presence! What is this predicament now? Even if transformed, he will not be able to kill this huge numb

Two other candelabra stood at the center and at the other end of the table, lighting the faces of the wielder dining in with a blast of deep crimson. Shiela munched the last of her rice before clearing her throat and saying, in a rather clear and important voice, “Zorphe is already under the enemy’s clutch. While doing patrol, we had to separate in two teams and sneak around to not get noticed by these wielders.” She sighed as she twirled the spoon in her hand. “There are two groups threatening this land. One, those masters they called ‘Phantoms,’ which as their name suggest, a bodiless (not the literal one, she added to the horrified look on the Magistrates faces) wielders whose a master of

Marcus, the quiet guy from accounting leaned against the door, arms crossed, with a bitter smirk twisting his lips. “McAllen,” he said. “You’ve been looking real happy lately. I see you enjoy your late night with the boss.” My stomach dropped. “What the hell are you talking about?” He stepped closer, I could see the jealousy in his eyes. “ I saw you leaving the private elevator. Looking like a man whose ass has taken some cock. You’re not the first, you know. The Ghost destroys anyone who tries to get close. You’re just the latest toy.” “The Ghost?” I laughed it off, but my voice sounded shaky even to me. “Sounds like some movie legend bullshit.”

I bit my lip hard enough to taste blood. The door creaked, and Phantom strolled in with his trademark calm, though tonight he wasn’t wearing his pristine white suit. Instead, black clung to his frame, sharp as a blade. His smile was venomous. “Well, well,” Phantom drawled, circling Damon like a predator. “How the mighty have fallen. You’re not looking so sharp, Damon.” Damon lifted his head, spitting blood onto the floor. “Go to hell.” Phantom chuckled. “Oh, we’re already there.” His voice dropped, sharp with menace. “Where’s the flash drive?”

“They’re whispered about in the pack. I know about them only because of the warrior I told you about, Walter. They’re rumored to slip through the pack, helping the omegas who are trying to escape. We call them Phantoms because no one has ever identified one of them, and they help from the shadows. When Walter’s mate went missing, and I told him to look at Silver Rain Pack, it was the Phantoms who helped him actually leave the pack. Some whispered of a network, a web of support woven across the territories, ensuring the safety of those they aided, and Walter searched for one to help him. The price for their assistance, if there was one, remains a mystery. Walter never spoke of it, only of the

"Bring them in! Could it be that he's already brought Michael back to Blumedale?" Sherilyn's face broke into an exaggerated grin, deepening the folds around her mouth. "See, Dad? I told you not to stress so much! Michael's safe and sound now. Phantom Eye is a top-tier fighter on the Underworld Index. Taking down some low-level thug should've been child's play for him!" The father and daughter reassured each other, beaming with confidence. However, the moment Phantom Eye's two men stumbled into the room, their faces were pale, and their legs wobbled like jelly.