Phastos Novels & Stories

Beta Alfred moved to the microphone and stated, “I, Alfred Hemming, pass the title of beta to my son, Lucas Hemming.” Luke moved forward toward the mic. “I, Lucas Hemming, accept the title of beta from my father, Alfred Hemming.” They pressed their palms together in the same way that my father and I had. Once they separated, the crowd, once again, cheered. Luke’s father went back to stand by Luke’s mom while Luke stayed forward, and I went to join him.

The sky burned with the blood-red hue of a coming war. Luna stood on the cliff’s edge, the wind tangling through her silver-streaked hair, her gown billowing around her like smoke from a wildfire. Below her, the valley groaned with the restlessness of warriors preparing for what would be the final clash of bloodlines. The Trial of Flesh and Fire had left Kael marked in ways only she could understand. His back bore the emblem of the ancients now, the mark of the true Alpha. But it was her soul that was aflame.

Useless. There’s a sleek black car parked outside, with the insignia of a phantom on the hood. A Rolls Royce by the looks of it. Marcello walks up to the passenger side and opens the door. “ Get in” I just stare at him like he’s gone crazy. He flashes a quick look at his wristwatch and looks back at me. “ I’m a busy man, Zara Parkinson. Get in” I fold my hands over my chest “ I’m going nowhere with you.”

Thankfully we didn't have to wait long for the announcement. As Andromache was portioning out breakfast, Minos’ voice boomed through the labyrinth. “WELCOME TO THE THIRTEENTH DAY OF THE FESTIVAL! TODAY WE SEND….. PERIBOEA AS TRIBUTE!” Minos declared. I glanced at Hesione and nodded as I stood. “I will collect her and bring her back.” I stated. “May I come? We weren’t exactly close, but our fathers were.” Melite questions standing up. “If you wish.” I nodded, grabbing my ax.

"I'll just apologize to him tomorrow." "So what do you have," Trix directed at Marcus, rubbing her hands together. "Ah," Marcus fumbled through his pocket and pulled out a clear bag. "Nothing right now except this really. I bought of off a gypsy of sorts, said it was organic. I tried it and it didn't do sh*t though," Marcus said. Trix grabbed the bag and observed the powder. As she held it towards the sunlight, it sparkled like the stars. "I'll take it," she said stuffing it in her pocket.

"Yes! Now, how do I open this hunk of metal? There are no instructions on this thing…" "Before you open it… let me give you a walkthrough. You see, This package contains two units of a consumable fluid, widely known as the 'Apollo Nectar' or most common nickname would be the 'God's blessing'." "This fluid is what made humanity delay ravages of aging, killing primitive diseases, purifying blood, and reducing any breeding carcinogenic matter inside the body while also increasing the individual lifespan by almost double." "However, this rule of double lifespan doesn't apply to everyone. If you are a hunter or person who experiences intense wear and tear to your body, then you will have only 65

Hunter Pov Maingat na inilapag ko sa ibabaw ng kama ang walang malay na si Zeph. Nawalan siya ng malay hindi dahil sa takot sa kanyang pagkakahulog mula sa mataas na puno kundi dahil sa tuklaw ng ahas na Venomous. Ang ahas na iyon ang bantay sa prutas ng amanpulo. Naiiba ang ahas na ito dahil masyadong mahaba at mabilis itong kumilos. Nakita ni Zeph ang mahabang dila ng ahas ngunit natitiyak ko na hindi niya nakita at naramdaman na tinuklaw siya nito. Isa pa iyon sa katangian ng ahas na Venomous. Sa sobrang bilis ng galaw nito ay hindi nararamdaman ng tao na nakagat na pala ito ng ahas. Masyadong makamandag ang ahas na ito. Ngunit mabuti na lamang na ang juice ng prutas na amanpulo ay antido

It would be like having an aperitif. Yes, that's right, an aperitif before dinner! What stronzo (asshole*) would have anything against an aperitif? "What happened to your other chef? "He's bedridden. Stronzo (asshole*) has a skin infection, apparently shingles. He told me about chicken pox, but frankly, I don't care. All I care about is who was going to feed my VIPs." The doors open again and reveal a gigantic casino. In the center of the tables of games, strippers make the show on bars of pole dance arranged.

Alex asked, poking a metal fork at one. "A- yes ma'am." Alex scrunched her nose in disgust. She knew it. "What's this then?" She tipped the glass of pink stuff towards him. "That's rooart. It's made from fermented moss." "It's not too bad," she said, taking a generous sip. Weylin looked away. "How old are you?" she asked in between roars of excitement from the crowd. "Seventeen cycles, ma'am." "Call me Alex, not ma'am. It makes me feel old."

Her voice, ethereal and sharp, echoed through the thick air, slicing into the fabric of magic that guarded the cursed island. As she whispered the final incantation, a crack formed in the luminous wall—small, fleeting, but enough for one to pass. “He must go now!” Ysolde cried, her voice urgent. “Only one—only the strongest.” Everyone turned to Alexandro. Without hesitation, the Alpha King shed his robe and stepped forward. His eyes burned with conviction, the winds howling around him as if answering his call. The others—Kiara, Jacob, Edward, Nivera, Valerian, and even Serena’s father—watched in silence, holding their breath as Alexandro tilted his head skyward. His body shimmered and began