Phantoms Novels & Stories

As soon as she closed her eyes, the dream continued like it was waiting for her to come back to the subconscious world. Amara shuddered with fear as if she was the part of the dream to see the vampire again. The moment his feet landed on the soil of Hamster, the birds making merry in the air of the blue sky made a preternatural chirrup flying away. The dogs howled as if a huge calamity is going to befall. The ether which appeared bright with rays of sun suddenly turned dark with loud thunders. Within a few seconds there was an outpour of rain as if the heaven was also moarning for the origin of disaster in the city.

Their skins turning pale, their bodies having sparse flesh atop its skeletal framework and veins turning black making them look more or like zombies. The remaining four had to find a cure for this ailment, "Black Death"; they called it, Kimora was created by them, it came with a price, killing everyone with dark matter and three of the elders died in the process, Kimora was so powerful it did the job but a little too well having a mind of its own the last Elder saw this as a threat had the Kimora gotten rid of and he vanished not to be seen again.

Bad ones at that and just call them back. “Why did you really call them back?” Kenji grinned. “I’ve been really angry lately at Red Dawn having the upper hand so that, what just happened was just a diversion”. “What?” Geiru asked confused. Megumi just looked at her and blinked, like just remembering she was here. “Oh yes Geiru. I should at least tell you” she rounded the table and placed her hands on the chair, close to her shoulders, her fingers tapping against the wood lightly. “When Red Dawn gets there, Phantom won’t be there and since I know them really well they’ll let their guard down. And if they’re not calm….”

A variety of a dozen or so tents litter the small clearing. A small group is gathered around a fire, far off to our right, on the edge of the clearing, consisting of three Omegas Cody, David and Tony, and an Elder, Alazaer. The Omegas are each holding a glass beer bottle and seem to be taking turns trying to get Alazaer to laugh. However, each time, he just raises a thick gray eyebrow at them with a blank and unamused expression on his tan wrinkled face.

Grey that is the color of dreams, the color of nightmares. My nightmares mantled me like a thorny cloak, like an adamant bloodstain- they were constant. I did leave those monsters 22 years ago, but, the scars they gave me- it never left my mind. I had demons, so many of them, haunting me, nagging me. My traumas were constant, reveling in my misery. My eyes wandered to a void as I felt this weird hollowness in my chest, a feeling that had been with me since forever.

Chapter 12: Do you want him to find us that easily Michael was hovering beside one sphere when Julia reached him. Close up the mirroring became transparent and you could see what was going on inside, even if it was a little misty. In this particular case a balding, fat, middle-aged man was surrounded by beautiful, mostly naked Las Vegas showgirls, complete with feathers and heavily exaggerated silicon breasts. Michael shook his head. "I hope I never start having dreams that tacky," he remarked, and then floated off toward another dreamscape.

“ The next game is called the game of Echoes.” Luke announced, standing on the makeshift ring where the five used to practice fighting. “Each competitor will go through the East portal which leads to the world of the hollows. For the sake of those who do not know,” he continued. “ Hollows are phantoms that can see guilt, pain, rage, jealousy, and envy. They can also materialize into your greatest fears, your deepest desires and the things that haunt you when you sleep.

Mists swirled around constantly, obscuring the general surroundings, so that only 100 meters could be seen within 360 degrees vantage point. This plane was home to the phantoms, an ethereal spectral of beings that had the ability to switch their bodies between solid form and floating specters. They could pass through walls, objects or people in their spectral state and could create mists to hide themselves from their enemies. He'd walked this path so many times in recent years that he could find it with his eyes closed in the dark. He heard the clanking of pots from this distance and a faint smile spread his lips. Sabine was home.

I looked back to see, he had disappeared once again. Ahh! Something is definitely not right. "Am I the only one seeing this?" I asked him on our way back to the camp. "Seeing what?" "Images? I mean, someone is coming after us. We are not safe." "Are you imaging things? Why can't I see nothing then." My phone made a 'low battery' sound. "Geez! I have a low charge. Can I charge in here?" "There is no charger. You have been listening to music since. Let the phone rest now." He chuckled.

Marcus cast his eyes down as his shame covered him like a new winter’s coat. “ For now,Noah, please just trust me.” For a while after Noah left his room, Marcus stared up at the ceiling, feeling like the lowest form of life for lying to his best friend. How could he possibly explain to him that his dad and new girlfriend were being haunted by an ancient spirit, the same one who haunted his gran and her sister years before? “ Hello Marcus.” The voice which suddenly interrupted his thoughts, was melodious and familiar. Marcus looked to his side and by the light of the moon beaming through the window, he saw her.