Phantoms Mc Novels & Stories

Understanding that most of the spirit world was going to look like this, the duo decided to make haste and began walking toward the city’s entrance… However, upon reaching the city’s gates, their entry was promptly blocked by a pale-faced man donning a long black robe. Staring at the two with his blue eyes, the black-robed man declared, “Neither of you belong here. Leave!” “Before that… Who exactly are you…?” asked Gerald. “I go by Phanto, and I’m the phantom officer of this place!” introduced Phanto, much to the surprise of Gerald and Rey. To think that phantom officers existed in the first place! It was almost like they were in some television drama or something!

Candice gazed at the crowd "Wayne says the world of the amortals is a fierce and deadly place. These people don't look scary to me." Sabine let out a chuckle "Don't be fooled by their friendly demeanor. The phantoms are as formidable just like any other species. Though I agree that some species are stronger than others, but fighting a phantom would be like fighting air. Can anyone fight air?" she asked then added "Though we are peace lovers, we don't go around looking for trouble." "Speaking of Wayne, can you tell me how you both met?" Candice inquired.

she said plainly her eyes studying me " Mom are you sure he's my cousin?he looks nothing like uncle John" she shouted. I get that a lot,I sighed. " Why don't you ask him, he's right beside you and I'm busy" meryln snapped " I guess we have a lot of things in common" I smiled " What things?" she asked " We both take after our moms, we have blue eyes like our dad's , we are both phantoms and our birthdays are on Sunday next week" I smiled playfully watching Kate's face turn in suprise every second.

The park keepers watched over them, keeping them safe and secure. The BloodMoon was a location for the mythology about vampires, making it the best place to get a glimpse at one. The DarkMoon was for the legend about werewolves, making it the absolute best place for ones to come face to face with the monsters. There was a teenage boy of mixed heritage named Malison. His mixed heritage made him unique in the myth and legends of the Mythic world. His bloodline was mixed with humans, werewolves and vampires, with his mother a vampire, and his father a Werewolf. He was never a pure human, but always a Werewolf, and as with mixed heritage, he was powerful enough.

Elsewhere on campus, a rumor began to spread. A whisper of a new student. An anomaly. The kind of gossip that traveled fast at Velgrave: someone with no prior registry. No digital footprint. No files. No known ability class. Code name: “Phantom.” By the time Mira heard it, four students had claimed to have “seen” him—and all described something different. One said he had eyes like glass. Another swore he had no face. One claimed he walked through walls. Another said he appeared in their dream before they ever met him.

They are Darkness and Light, the wolves my Papa and Crista are hosts of that make up the ying yang wolves in their mark. Seeing Melania and knowing that not only had she just been torturing my mate, but she contributed to the death of my other, all I saw was red. That fire was boiling in my stomach again as I shouted, barely noticing August at my side as I rushed to tackle her. Of course, I landed on the ground.

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

I frowned, glancing at Basil to see if he would say something, but he just sighed and lay back on his bed. “Listen here, dummy!” Sammy went on. “There are only five phantom wolves. Azriel, Zeke, Asher, Rhys and Dominic. Out of the five, Dominic has already picked one. Which is not surprising since he doesn't care for skills and is just interested in pretty boys he can toy with…” The last part made my cheeks heat up in embarrassment. So I was supposed to be the pretty boy toy?

Soft pinks, purples and vanilla light bounced across the insides of the near empty club as closing time crept in slowly. It had been a long night and surprisingly busy since it was only Wednesday night but, both humans and werewolves had been looking to blow off steam and spend their hard earned cash on drugs, alcohol and young women skimpily dressed and dancing. Even their drinks were brought to them by young females for the lusty men to paw at whenever they pleased.

Yet, I couldn't shake the feeling that The Phantom was already weaving their web, unseen and unchecked. --- Damian's Perspective Our investigation led us to a series of underground networks in the eastern districts. The Phantom's influence was subtle but pervasive—small gangs uniting under a common banner, illicit trades operating with newfound efficiency. One night, Lena intercepted a communication detailing a clandestine meeting of The Phantom's lieutenants. It was the opportunity we needed. "We'll infiltrate the meeting," I decided. "Capture key figures and extract information." --- Elara's Perspective As Damian prepared for the operation, a sense of foreboding settled over me. The Phanto