Phantoms Novels & Stories

"We have this war since the Phantom divided almost eight hundred years ago, right? Overtime, it nurtured death and hatred between the Triad. Unreasonable rules began, claiming them as taboos but in truth, there's nothing wrong about them at all. Your biological Mom and my Aunt Aria were mated for each other and the fact that you were born in this world proved that we may live without any war. In summary, you're the embodiment of the peace my father had dreamt of." I blinked in surprise. "Me? Why me?" Vance chuckled. "Isn't it obvious? You are the daughter of two Alphas——a Phantom and a Wolf Grave. So it means you're most likely the heiress of that position....maybe not right now because ever

I swat his hand away which only irks him further. "Can you ever be loyal to anyone?" At my words, his pupils dilated and his nose flared in anger as he glared down at me. It would be a straight-out lie if I said I was scared of his sudden change in daemon but I tried to conceal my fear and stand my ground as a flame of confidence strikes me.

The hungry looking rogues circled us, smacking their lips together and growling. Rachel pulled me into her and let out a kick to one of the rogues. She was a great fighter while I just stood their like a useless idiot. Picking up a long stick beside me I poked one of the rogues in the eye making him yell out in pain. Buying myself a few more minutes to think, I found myself wishing I could reach Ben by mindlink. "We're coming. Don't worry." His voice filled my mind and I squeaked in response. How the hell did that happen?

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

he said. "Phantom images?" she cut him off. "The projection of thoughts or images," he answered, then continued as if she hadn't interrupted. "Feeling each other's emotions, and a vampire can always track down someone they've given blood to." He chuckled just a little bit. "Well, usually," he amended. "What's funny?" she wanted to know, but his hand was slowly sliding up her thigh, and she wasn't sure it was really all that important anymore.

While snacking on her lunch, Maria paid attention to the words her grandfather was saying. "Phantom beats are sinister and vile creatures that feed on human flesh and fears. They are extremely dangerous and are twice as hard to take down compared to regular magical beasts. Luckily, you'll never have to encounter such creatures, since beast-types outnumber phantom-type creatures. But if you ever encounter one... run." The heavy, intense gaze of her grandfather caused a cold chill to sweep over Maria's body.

If it were an average human, the response would be to scream or run away, rather than calmly asking, “Who are you?” "I'm from the Quilue tribe." Wolfgang kept his promise. When she told him her true identity, he would also reveal his true identity. "Immortals human?" "Right" Selina nodded. She knew from Quilue. They are human but can regenerate and become immortal. The Quilue are people standing between humans and wolves. They must protect and keep the peace between the two species. “What did you come here for?” Selina was silent, then said, “Learn about people.”

Instantly, a powerful aura swept out from him, followed by a ghostly howl as a phantom slowly materialized behind him. This phantom was known as the Specter Companion. It was a type of ghost or deity that could be summoned to assist the summoner in battle. Some powerful individuals could even command mighty spirits as their companions. Zachary's Specter Companion was a three-headed, six-armed phantom. With a roar, it unleashed torrents of energy from its six hands and struck the group of people before it. Nautica’s apprentices had never seen such a technique before and found themselves unable to withstand the assault. They exchanged glances and nodded at each other, and in the next second, t

“No. But he left a message. One word.” Carl leaned in. “What word?” “Echo.” Something shifted in Carl’s expression. “What?” she asked. He swallowed. “That’s the name of a discontinued Bloodborn project. One they shut down years ago.” “Why?” “Because it didn’t have a singular ability,” he said slowly. “It mimicked others.” Ophelia froze. “You’re saying this Phantom… is an Echo?” “Not just an Echo,” Carl said. “The last one.”

Take your positions, stay alive, and good luck. To my astonishment, everyone rushed to their posts. For anyone who had never been to the packhouse, they knew the pack well. Snipers were up on roofs and at other strategic points. Others sought to remain invisible in nature. Two vampires disappeared at a speed that seemed like teleportation, approaching the border. That little woman walks up to my dad and sits beside him, giggling when she looks at me. A dragon shifter shifts and goes up in the sky. The woman started an enchantment, and he became invisible. Some other witches began to enchant the packhouse, making it invisible to rogues. I didn't know if it would work because I continued to se