Ramin Karimloo As The Phantom Novels & Stories

A mere two hours later, Emily found herself standing, unarmed, on an airplane runway between a vampire and a 'complicated' man who could turn into the world's biggest wolf. She was feeling slightly dazed and unreal. Everything was happening so fast. Behind them, a small white hanger stood in shadows. In front of them, a small plane taxied to a halt like a weird cab. The hatch opened to show a man she'd never seen. His hair was long; similar to Paoli's shoulder length.

Creed unintentionally caught them off guard and scared them with a sudden chase. Technically, Cursed Stallion should belong to 'Phantom' for killing the Malaka Chieftain, haunted along with everyone else. Fortunately, None of them knew Phantom's real identity, so it all worked out in Creed's favor. He had decided to reveal the Cursed Stallion as his mount on the hunt, whereas whenever he would mount the identity of a Phantom, he would just stick to his Inca Wings. Both of his personas now had their own separate and unique trademark modes of commute, which is exactly what he wanted others to see.

With an earth-shattering tearing sound, a phantom with a crown on his head and a black robe on his back, exuding a rotten spirit, slowly floated out. The rotten power around phantom had reached its limit, but the strangest thing was that there was not a trace of flesh on phantom's face. It was completely replaced by white bones. In his hand was a black sickle, as if a Death God had come in person. Swoosh With the appearance of the other party, his fingers instantly pointed at Zephyr Khan. A vast power had been unleashed. It was a huge black palm, with amazing destructive power flashing from top to bottom.

Phoenix finally ask, her stomach turning due to how uneasy she was feeling. " I don't know but we need to get out of here " Axion replied. " Oh, did I forget to introduce myself? " Corbin inches closer. " I'm Corbin, and I'm here to take back all that is rightfully mine " Phoenix caught a glimpse of Corbin's eyes turning purple before swiftly going back to normal and that made her flinch a bit. It was then that her doubts were clarified. The man standing before her was a Dark Genie and with the way he was glaring at Axion, it's obvious he wants him dead.

She raised her head. “Don’t let it near you.” He spoke firmly, never taking his eyes off the phantom. “It will be looking for a body.” Her heartrate sped and she twitched underneath him. Freedom…. I’m finally free… the ghastly voice bounced around the room again as the phantom celebrated its newfound freedom after clearly being trapped behind that wall. But why had it been trapped? What held it there? Darkness continued to swirl around the room, slowly blocking out the light. The phantom slowed its circling of the room and what was likely its head turned toward them. Flesh… it said and the rest of its form turned toward them as well. Absalom began a deep growl that rumbled in his c

How the hell did that happen? Having no time to process these sudden unexpected mind link powers, I ran and jumped as high as I could muster, at the nearest tree. Clinging onto a branch with all my strength I managed to climb up on it before the rogue beneath me attempted to pull me down. Seconds later the rogue was shot dead by someone in the bushes opposite. I screamed in panic but then out jumped Ben and Daniel in their wolf forms along with a few of the warriors. Ben's wolf was beautiful, thick black fur and and he was extremely strong. Taking down the remaining rogues easily in a matter of seconds. We were finally safe but Ben was furious to say the least. They quickly changed back to

With a wave of his hand, the bodyguards lifted me up and forced me into a black business van waiting downstairs. A few hours later, I was brought to the ICU of Scallow City's Goldson Hospital. Through the glass, William lay covered in tubes, the monitors beside him emitting sharp, continuous alarms. "His heart rate is dropping! Blood pressure is barely detectable!" Several specialists surrounded the bed, drenched in sweat but completely helpless. "The Phantom Surgeon is here!" The Stafford family's butler pushed through the crowd and pulled me to the front. At the end of the corridor, an elderly man with silver hair strode toward us, leaning on a cane, his presence imposing.

I NEED to know who he is, and something tells me I won’t discover much if I approach him as Phantom Reaper. I don’t really even know who I actually am, to be honest. I never indulged in friendships or relationships with others. It’s just always been survival. The only person I had any kind of positive relationship was my mother. I don’t know my father but because of my hair color, I’m fairly certain my father was Christian Bartoa. I know he frequented the slave cells whenever he was bored, and the urge arises so it doesn’t surprise me, but I don’t intend to ever claim him nor carry his surname. The thought of actually SPEAKING to Damien makes me feel a weird sense of anxiety. I’m unsure if i

A slow, hot burn that tightened my chest and slicked my thighs. Then I saw him. He rose from a throne of ebony and bone. A silhouette of pure darkness wrapped in black leather. Obsidian and silver covered his face—a wolf's snout, narrow slits for eyes, a mouth that showed nothing but the occasional gleam of fang. The Phantom. Our gazes locked. The bond slammed into place like a physical blow. A primal snarl ripped from his throat, echoing through the hall. Conversations died. Every wolf turned to watch.

But his silence was sad, crushing whatever hope I had left. " Five..." Damon’s voice was laced with amusement. He was enjoying this, watching me break, watching Alex falter. Then, out of nowhere, a figure crashed into Damon, sending him across the floor. It was Phantom, the final member of the Prime Order. Damon hit the ground hard, clearly caught off guard. Phantom’s entrance was so sudden that even the shadows Damon controlled flickered for a moment, losing their form. “Couldn’t let you have all the fun without me,” Phantom said.