Romans & histoires Rebels Phantom

She demanded that I give up my position as his fiancée. This time, I refused. I rebelled with a fury I had never known. After a massive fight with my parents, I set the curtains on fire, smashed five cars in our garage, and destroyed half the house. In a fit of rage, my father sent me to Macro. "Turn Seraphina into a proper lady—then she won't have to come back. If she fails, she'll never return." My world plunged into darkness. But I wasn't about to give up. I turned my fury on Macro.

Yelled our father using is alpha command. Matthew the Commander of our army just returned from what was supposed to be a milk run. Telling us he had a run in with the heathen we lost one of our men and our cousin Dj is in critical condition because the heathen infected him with its venom. Matt was fed from as well but for some reason wasnt injected with the venom. On top of that he failed to bring us the human rebel that wears the heathens mark which could lean us to the heathen. "So let me guess this straight. You went to fetch the human rebel that could be our only lead to get the heathen. Then the heathen showed up to get his girl and free the other humans" said my brother in anger.

“Pathetic. You’ll need more than parlor tricks to kill me.” All around, the rebels faltered—not from the flames but from what came next. Shadows shifted. Then stepped forward. Rio. Lucien. Adonis. Odessa. Celine. Thomas. Claude. Or… not them. Phantom copies of the Valentines and their allies emerged from the flames—perfect doppelgängers with cold, dead eyes and bloodied fangs. Each illusion was flawless, their movements eerily familiar. A young rebel screamed as “Lucien” drove claws into his chest, his cry cut short by a fountain of blood.

“What, like some neighborhood boys who stole sugar from shops?” ‎ ‎“No,” he said flatly. ‎ ‎“Oh.” ‎ ‎He stepped a bit closer, and for once, I didn’t move away. I couldn’t. My legs felt like jelly. ‎ ‎“They called themselves the Sun Slashers,” he continued. “They were violent. Connected. They controlled a lot of supplies and territory.” ‎ ‎I frowned. “Supplies? Like what, spare parts? Petrol?” ‎ ‎His eyes flicked to mine. “Not the legal kind.”

There he was— leaning against the auditorium doorway, dressed in all leather black, clutching a helmet, exuding that dangerous calm was— Killian Lancaster— The school bad boy— The school rebel. The dream boy of every female. Boys wanted to be like him, girls wanted him as a boyfriend, teachers saw him as a nuisance who's hardly in school or attended classes but somehow aced all his classes. He's freaking hot with his tall lean intimidating height, coupled with his pretty face and his long jet black hair hanging on his shoulders to round off the ensemble. His water glass eyes that melted both boys and girls fixated on me.

Emergency broadcasts flickered intermittently, overridden by cryptic warnings: Emergency Feed (blaring, distorted): “Patient zero terminated. System collapse imminent.” At a hidden safe house on the outskirts, a small band of rebels huddled around a flickering holo - map. Names weren’t spoken aloud, but one image flashed briefly on the projection — a pale, ghostly figure, a spark of hope amidst the surrounding chaos. Rebel 1 (grim, urgent): “We can’t wait for them. If the city falls, no one survives.” Rebel 2 (nodding, resolute): “We find out what EVO really was. We stop it — before it’s too late.”

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.

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.

So, we created a scene in which we made Laura and Damien believe that 'Rebel' was dead. Rebel is a short version of Rebellious, which is what everyone here calls her, since she is known for her rebellious personality. She never stopped herself from trying whatever it was to escape her present. She is exactly her mother's daughter, which is annoying. I never got to see her or come here since I knew that the werewolves were keeping an eye on me, and I couldn't take the risk of being exposed to the enemies. Unlike me, Tristan sacrificed his sixteen years to keep an eye on our annoying guest.

Felix was so shocked that he was speechless. Rebirth Sect had 50 Malevolent Phantoms? What was this? If he hadn't just tortured Mylo's spirit and seen the truth with his own eyes, he would've thought she was lying. Upon seeing his reaction, Mylo quickly added, "It's true! There are really 50 Malevolent Phantoms in Rebirth Sect—five A-tiers, 15 B-tiers, and 30 C-tiers. It's all true!"