Scooby Doo Phantasma Novels & Stories

As if struck by a sudden stroke of genius, the flight attendant scrambled on her hands and knees toward a foreign doctor standing nearby. "This is Dr. Reuben Smith, one of the top specialists in Scallow City! With how advanced modern medicine is, what illness can't be cured?" "Diana is nothing but a quack—waving around a few packets of herbs and pretending to be some kind of miracle doctor. She's just trying to scam you out of your money!"

The large hall was instantly lifted by this powerful energy. Boom! An earth-shattering explosion sounded. Suddenly, the entire hall turned into nothingness. However, as the void and powder spun, two apparition / phantom s slowly appeared. Both of them looked as crystal clear as jade, as if they were two wonderful works of art, and they were extremely beautiful. They were all looked like women. However, their eyes were all bloodshot and full of endless hostility. They were none other than Demonic Souls!

“I can’t.” Try! He shouted in her mind. The phantom was so close now and charged at them. Absalom let out a loud bark that shook the air around her and lunged at the phantom. Somehow the phantom was thrown back even through Absalom seemed to pass right through it. But that didn’t stop it. The creature turned around and charged again at Aria.

My magic hovered at my fingertips, ready to stop time at a moments— “Boo.” A scream ripped itself from me, cracking off the treetops. Damon and Ghost stepped from the shadows like two creeping grim reapers. Damon’s brows vanished into his hair, which hung over his forehead in sweat-damp waves, while Ghost grinned like a cat that got the cream. “Sorry,” he held his hands up. “I couldn’t resist.” “Fuck you.” I panted, then spun around only to find myself half a centimeter away from a distorted shadowy face. “AGH!”

Mists swirled around constantly, obscuring the general surroundings, so that only 100 meters could be seen within 360 degrees vantage point. This plane was home to the phantoms, an ethereal spectral of beings that had the ability to switch their bodies between solid form and floating specters. They could pass through walls, objects or people in their spectral state and could create mists to hide themselves from their enemies. He'd walked this path so many times in recent years that he could find it with his eyes closed in the dark. He heard the clanking of pots from this distance and a faint smile spread his lips. Sabine was home.

He asked, the noise of his voice hidden beneath the shrill screeched of bats and monster alike. “Kill it?” I suggested. “Good idea,” he agreed. I drew my skeletons out of the forest in a ring around the monster, drawing its eye from the bats to the new prey. For a moment it and the skeletons were still and then it launched itself at them with a scuttling speed that reminded me of a cockroach. As it tossed the skeletons high, Phantom and I struck, running between its spiny legs, to its underbelly, stabbing our blades into the join between the armor that protected its core.

After all, the Mystical Explosive Orb would fill up fast at this rate. With that in mind, she let out a soft laugh. "You're this confident now? How could I not play along? Fine, I'll help you find other Phantoms... but not Specter. That one's off-limits. We're in the same faction, and I've got a binding pact with them. If I rat Specter out, I'm done for too. "Though honestly, it shouldn't be hard. Every S-tier Phantom is ridiculously arrogant. They never bother switching identities. Since you've seen what Specter looks like, someone at the headquarters should be able to find them without too much trouble."

And demons really exist? "And as you may not know, you also have the voice and howl to instill fear to your allies and enemies," Sara went on, adding more revelation about our great nature. "Alpha also has this ability aside from your intimidating aura. And the Phantom only knows this but we are also immune to witch curses. Our ally, the Laveau witches had already confirmed this even before. Moreover, our bites are also toxic to vampires, same with their venom to us. Do you follow?" I eagerly nodded. "Yes. I follow. I'm already listing them in my head as you speak."

“What’s with that thing that you can slap my hands for that—” “This is a dangerous one. So don’t touch it.” “Is this related to something that could kill my life?” He nodded. “Yeah.” His eyes widened as he looked upon his watch flickering in a red colored light. “I gotta go.” “W-Wait! I still have many questions—” “Save those for later. I’ll pick you up after school.” “Hey! Wait! I will skip sch—” And again he just disappeared in a speed of light without me seeing him. I don’t know what’s happening to Doom but it’s really concerning me. Plus the fact that I still have many questions about him.

So no Scooby-Doo mysteries were solved here. "You're right." Drunko leaned into my space, specifically in the "your too close zone" as he chugged some drink that smelled like pure gasoline. He belched, obnoxiously loud and right in my face. The nerve of some people's children… "Hey, dude." Do not scissor-kick this dingus in the face, self, don't do it! "You mind easing back some? Trying to strip here." My complaint fell on dumb drunk deaf ears: "Hey you, elf chick, do some magic or something! Do a spell!"