Phantoms Novels & Stories

“No. I will not yield to your power, I have waited years for this, you have controlled us for too long.” “Well if you won’t go to your brothers, I will just have to bring them to you.” Black glares at Aidan then glances in my direction before taking a step in my direction. Abruptly there is a loud bang and four monsters appear in front of Aidan. They stare at Black with confusion and anger. They all seem to coloured differently, one orange, one yellow, one red and one green. The green one takes a step towards Black and says with a hush voice

Not blinking. Something really isc razy. I feel it deep in my bones.

Then, a whisper. It was faint at first, barely distinguishable from the wind. But as we pressed on, it grew louder—disjointed murmurs echoing all around us. The whispers wove together in an eerie symphony of voices, some pleading, others laughing in a way that sent a chill down my spine. Freya stopped in her tracks. “Tell me someone else hears that.” Bram nodded grimly. “We all do.” Sienna gritted her teeth. “It’s the Phantoms. Keep walking. Do not—”

"Tell me how to stop the bleed. Tell me how we kill a ghost that lives in every puddle and window in this district." "We can't kill them, Sofia. Not in the traditional sense. A phantom in a mirror is just a projection of a consciousness anchored on the other side. You have to break the anchor," Zilo explained, pausing to wipe a smear of violet condensation from his goggles. "You have to destroy the surfaces. Every window, every polished plate, every basin of water. If they don't have a medium to manifest through, they stay trapped in the glass. But Sofia... look at the sky. If the clouds turn to mirrors, there won't be enough hammers in the world to save us."

"And there is no transition. You brought these gutter snakes into my home? You thought you could replace the Phantoms with a pack of hyenas?" "The Phantoms are a relic, Ruan," Evelyn countered, her eyes flicking to me with a venomous curiosity. "They’re too emotional. Too tied to old codes. The new world is about efficiency. It’s about the board. And the board has decided that you and your... companion... are no longer profitable."

His eyes blaze, sharp and relentless, scanning the chamber even as he holds me close. Through the haze, I see them—rogues swarming the guards, striking with precision. Steel clashes against steel, sparks flying as Phantom’s men fight back. The rogues move like shadows, coordinated, relentless. Their masks gleam faintly in the copper haze, faceless and terrifying.

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.”

The most they did was peeking, nodding, or employing arm-pointing gestures in random directions before an attack. Phantom made these random arm-pointing gestures, however, the extremely bizarre reason behind them. Every time Phantom pointed in some direction, they both would immediately begin to forcefully drive the Malaka in that very spot. It was impossible to guess what exactly was going on, but every time the beast reached those spots, he would get in a disadvantageous position, letting one of them land a deadly blow instantly. Like deadly landmines, these spots would always turn out to be some kind of hidden danger zone.