Phantoms Novels & Stories

There was no escape, but Chloe desperately clung to the hope Omar could make it out of this. "Omar, run!" The words came as a desperate cry but fell on deaf ears. It was as if she was stuck behind a giant pane of soundproof glass, watching as the scene unfolded. Everything seemed to slow down. A bird flying overhead became frozen mid-flight, the snow spraying out from under Omar's boots as he began to turn abruptly, held like a frozen wave. Something wasn't right about any of this. Why was she dreaming about this scenario? And why was there so much clarity? It was as if she was right there and yet a million miles away at the same time. Every time she blinked the scene changed but was frozen

However, every once in a while, new monsters rise. ------ Rank 973 : Phantom Origin : Unknown Combat Style : Unregistered Description : A prominent black armored trident wielder. Widely recognized for the notorious kill-steal during the collaborated hunt organized by the green boards. Also made his appearance during the Yaksha attack. Title : Ominous Paladin ------ …. …. …. ------ Rank 1000 : Creed Gryffon Origin : Clanless Combat Style : Unregistered

Modern, furnished and beautiful and looking new everyday although the house was five years old already. Juana's coffee was transparent, lot of water,lot of sugar, no milk. So she could see her face while sipping at it. Her big blue eyes were a bit undefined, her expression showed fear with a mixture of helplessness and unusual calm. Then the dream came again. Avocado. Garden. Branch. Third branch. Corpse dripping with blood. Loose. Screaming. Empty House. Dream. "Oh my goodness" she sighed, dropping her half empty mug. She tried to make meaning out of it, but it was a little creepy..

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

Jason looked genuinely puzzled. Avoiding his gaze, Liora explained, "We don't do that. We call male ghosts 'dark souls' and female ones 'phantom queens'. And guess what? You've got yourself a phantom queen right beside you. Looks about 20, long hair, and, oh, bleeding from the wrists." Jason's face went through a sudden transformation. "Seriously, Liora? Are we playing games now?" Liora rolled her eyes, sizing up Jason like he was the slowest kid in class. "Fine, let me break it down. Why do you go visit your dead relatives' graves?"

“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

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.