Ramin Karimloo As The Phantom Novels & Stories

So much familiarity that, for once, I thought it was real. Oh, how I wish this was my reality. With such care, with such skill. Damon’s tongue thrusts deeper into my mouth, having me wanting and moaning his name for more. The last bit of my worry falls away. The perturbation that was plaguing me faded into blackness. This is my phantom. Despite my protests to the contrary, he was my protector, saving me more than twice from death. The shadow that follows me even into my dreams.

But in the center of the wasteland, standing exactly three hundred yards from the western pylon, was a figure that didn't belong to the apocalypse. She wore a crimson silk coat—the exact shade of the one I had bought in New York to prove I was no longer an Omega. Her chestnut hair fell in perfect, glossy waves, untouched by the acid rain. She stood with a liquid, predatory grace, her face a flawless replica of the woman I had been before the river, before the stone, before the war. The Phantom. She didn't raise a rifle. She didn't summon a god. She simply stood in the toxic mud and looked up at the dome. Her eyes weren't gold or sapphire; they were the clear, unburdened hazel of a girl who h

“Swallow my own words? “You talk as if you’re some sort of expert. “Do you know what martial arts is? “Do you even have any idea what the underworld is?” Phantom smiled faintly before Harvey, as if she were looking at a clown. Skullface cracked his neck with a profound look on his face. “I know you like handsome young men like this, Phantom… “But there’s something about him that annoys me. “I’ll just slap him to death and accompany you myself tonight.” Phantom giggled.

I have gone strong with every life I took and the terror I bring. I was in front of him now and as I went closer he could see that my face is drenched in blood. Tears of crimson are flowing out of my eyes, the gaping wound in my left wrist rotting while blood and pus are coming out of it. It was me he was seeing, the real me.

"You useless morons, speak clearly! Or I'll have your tongues ripped out!" The bodyguards flinched, their voices trembling as they stammered out the words. "It's not Mr. Rhodes! W-We never even got to see him! By the time we reached Jayrodale, it was already too late! The one who got taken down—was Phantom Eye! "He barely stepped off the plane when he ran into a woman from his past! And she—she took him down in just a few moves! She knocked him flat on the ground, and he lost several teeth!"

Thot_Slayer: “Hey Guys! I know Phantom’s identity. It’s Joe mama XD” Comments kept piling up in the forum. Several people tried to deduce both the gender and identity of Phantom, but in the end, none of them had any substantial proof. While the video impressed several, many of them called it fake. The video was uploaded anonymously one day later after the shift, so there was no proof that the person in the video is actually Phantom from the leaderboards. In this era of booming technology, building a fake video like this would not even take one day of effort. —

Unfortunately, when he was 17, Phantom came to understand something important: speed was not enough. He came across an enemy whose defence was so solid that it was almost impossible to break it without great strength. Davies had been almost successful in killing him, but the blade was not strong enough to piece more than a few millimetres of skin! Normally this would have been enough to deal damage, for Phantom – just like every other assassin – was a master of poisons. Just a scratch was enough to send many of his foes to the King of Yama! This time however, he had come across a man he could not kill.

Manny waved his hand, and a purple-blue glow lifted Thea and Herodias into the void. Just as they were about to depart, four red phantoms charged toward James at lightning speed from the right. “Presumptuous!” Manny growled and thrust his palms forward. A terrifying purple-blue light materialized, transforming into spectral palms, and darted across the sky. Boom! Boom! Boom! Following the thunderous explosions, the four red phantoms that had charged at James were blasted away. Once they regained balance, their true appearances were revealed. There were two men and two women with red hair and crimson eyes. Their bodies were enveloped in flames, presenting a fearsome sight.

"That Dana! I saw her! She's a werewolf. I know those red eyes. I saw them before!" "If that's true, they're from Phantom, my dear," he uttered, his voice filled with rage. "They covered their presence among humans. They used the authority that's been hunting them for the disappearance of the people in this town. They used their desperation, then framing me up into something I didn't do. All that so that they could take me in surprise——a clever tactic." I was about to speak when we heard footsteps coming our way. After a short moment, the sound of door creaking placed fear into my whole being. But once a familiar face leaned into the light underneath the darkness, a powerful wrath skulked in

The thick silver gate trapping me was violently kicked from inside, bent and broken by brute force! The dust settled slowly. Through the dim light, the phantom of an 18-year-old werewolf in a white shirt emerged, carrying me out step by step. Stunned, Ronan turned. He came face-to-face with the nightmare that would haunt him for the rest of his life.