Phantoms Novels & Stories

The same strength sucking world she’d insisted on walking one last time before the boys got back. I looked down at her, eyes closed, teeth clenched, struggling to hang on. I balanced her silver ring, a gift from our Mother, on my knee and pulled my grey sleeve over my finger tips, dabbing at the beading sweat on her forehead. Something was happening in the Blacklands and for the first time in memory, Shades were crossing the Southern boundry in droves, bringing with them their violet sky and starless nights. They didn’t eat, they didn’t sleep, they didn’t stop. They just kept coming, pushing us back and taking our land, leaving a sea of dead bodies in their wake.

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.

Those eyes reminded Damien of the waters in a billabong: shades of reddish brown illuminated by flecks of blue and green, like the reflections of red rocks and trees in blue water. As with a billabong, a guy could look into its depths and get lost. Especially now when his amusement made the pair of eyes gleam as if sunlight stained still water. He tapped his glass: — The bugs? “Yes, or who made you sigh like a strong wind through the trees. Her lips twitched, more in regret than amusement.

lex added. Camila came rushing like someone that has just been attacked by ghosts while kelvin looked confused. "What's wrong?" I asked her. "Yeah while do you guys look like someone that just seen a gost " destiny said. "The horses are dead" kelvin replied with eyes wide. "Its looks like it has been eaten over night" Camila added with horror written all over her face. "what?!" lex gasp while june just stared at me confusedly. "Let's get out of here. We gonna walk on foot" lex said and i agreed. We can't stay her much longer.

In one glance, it only looked like a cluster of birds flying towards them, but as seconds ticked by, the cluster of moving entities grew—revealing hundreds of roaring phantoms. ‘If those are phantoms, we need to stop them before they enter the encirclement!’ Alpha Liam could only scream those words at the back of his head. In reality, he tightened his hold upon the reins and hoped that the Moon Goddess would not forsake them against those abominations.

THREAT: HIGH-AGILITY. The four Phantoms didn't issue a warning. Their sleek chrome heads split open, revealing glowing, violet laser emitters. They moved with blinding speed, leaping silently off the walls and ceiling, rushing down the hallway toward the intruders. "Contact!" Ren shouted, dropping to one knee. He didn't use the scope. At this range, and with their speed, it was pure instinct. CRACK. The sabot round caught the lead Phantom mid-leap, shattering its chrome chassis and sending it spinning into a priceless holographic painting of a waterfall.

They took shape, forming dark figures with hollow eyes and sharp claws. Phantoms. The creatures swarmed, clawing at Damien and Lyra, slowing them down. Their touch was icy, burning the skin like frost. Damien tore one apart with his teeth, black smoke spilling into the air. Lyra snapped at another, breaking its form, but they kept coming, endless and cold. Ahead, Seraphine laughed again, her voice mocking. “You cannot win. By the time you reach me, the child will already be mine.” Lyra’s heart screamed in denial. She lunged at the phantoms, ripping through them with fury, but each second wasted gave Seraphine more distance.

They moved toward the shore, silent and relentless. Mireya hissed, “They’re coming straight for us.” “Then we stand.” He rose to his feet, eyes fixed on the encroaching shapes. The mark on his chest flared brighter, responding to their presence. The first of the phantoms reached the shore. Its face was empty—no eyes, no mouth—just a hollow reflection. It raised a translucent blade, silver smoke swirling from its edge. Kaelen tightened his grip on his sword. “They’re echoes of the ones who crossed before.”

Ryker stiffened beside me, his Lycan ‘Demon’ pressing against the edges of his control, demanding to know what trick had just been played. My breath caught. Phantom. His name wasn’t just a name—it was his truth. The ground trembled as invisible paws dug in hard. Warriors yelped as an unseen force knocked them sprawling across the grounds, dust rising where nothing stood. Then, out of thin air, Phantom reappeared, fangs bared, eyes alight with a primal fire. Ryker’s jaw tightened, but his eyes—sharp, measuring—betrayed surprise. “Impossible,” he muttered, not believing his own eyes.

"A legal fiction, Zora. If the market thinks you're dead, they stop looking for your offshore accounts. I expected a copywriter's daughter to understand the power of a well-edited narrative." "He's... he's a phantom, Zora," Dante rumbled. His massive three-ton frame shifted, his obsidian claws leaving long, white scars across the flawless Carrara marble. A thick, dark stream of violet-tinted saliva dripped from his lower jaw, sizzling as it hit the cold stone. "His baseline... it doesn't have a heartbeat. It’s just... an interactive projection from the core frame."