Spectra Phantom Bakugan Novels & Stories

While snacking on her lunch, Maria paid attention to the words her grandfather was saying. "Phantom beats are sinister and vile creatures that feed on human flesh and fears. They are extremely dangerous and are twice as hard to take down compared to regular magical beasts. Luckily, you'll never have to encounter such creatures, since beast-types outnumber phantom-type creatures. But if you ever encounter one... run." The heavy, intense gaze of her grandfather caused a cold chill to sweep over Maria's body.

“Phantom Massacre!” Gryphon shouted, then suddenly duplicated and surrounded James. James was in the center, besieged by powerful phantoms. As he fought against their relentless attacks, flashes of Sword Lights, spectral palms, vibrant flames, and lightning painted in the sky. Faced with the numerous Supernatural Powers, James stood calmly in place. Nine purple-gold lotuses, forty-nine golden lotuses, and eighty-one jade lotus materialized and formed a three-layered formation to absorb the attacks.

Another devastating soul strike from the Phaeron Projection followed. Specter felt the pressure instantly—it was even stronger than the last. More scales flew off to defend, and he had to send dozens more to intercept Lumen's strikes. He looked completely overwhelmed as he thought, "What the hell? How did this kid train? Where did he get such lethal soul-attack techniques? I'm an S-tier Malevolent Phantom, and all I can do is defend." The longer the fight dragged on, the more Specter panicked. He had no idea how many more terrifying attacks Felix had up his sleeve, but he knew he would not last if this kept up.

The sharp chaotic spears pierced their bodies and exploded in chains, decimating bats left and right! Slash! Boom! Crash! Clash! "Oho! What a sight!" laughed Belphegor, flying near the surviving bats as they desperately tried to kill him, Spectral Bats had the special ability to exert their own souls as spectral forms, releasing bullets made of the spectral soul against Belphegor, which could directly damage his soul! However, the old blazing skull laughed, as he conjured a powerful spell! "Gyahahah! Is that what you call a spectral attack? Look and learn! Pandemonium Ring!"

"So you are remnants of Ethereal Lumin Hold. After all these years, I didn't expect three remnants to resurface. Today, we will completely sever your delusions!" Before the words were finished, Keagan had already attacked. He swung his wooden staff, and the white-black pattern at its head lit up with black and white radiance. Vast Power of solar and lunar condensed together, transforming into a massive Black and White Fish phantom that surged forward with devouring momentum, descending toward Amelia. This strike appeared slow, yet it sealed off every possible path of evasion. As the Power of solar and lunar circulated, even space itself became viscous.

She was not as powerful as her true dragon form nor did she possess all the magical abilities of her human form, but she did possess the best of both. Stats and physical capabilities of a Dragon plus the versatility and anatomy of a humanoid. The reason why she had opted for this form was mainly because of the enemy that stood before her. A ghostly being wrapped in a black robe, his skeleton face and hands betrayed him as an undead. "A spectrum" Ingrid discerned immediately. The Spectrum is an evil undead who hate sunlight and the living. Most are reminiscent of murdered or evil humans, who are prevented by anger from transcending to the afterlife. Like ghosts, spectrum haunts the places of

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

Ultimately, he fought Titan Ape and managed to defeat it using only his physical strength, compelling it to submit and agree to join. The other was a Phantom Cat, an exceedingly rare variant species. There might have been just a handful across the entire Asgard Plains, and it was likely the only one that had reached the apex overbeast realm. The Phantom Cat was small, with its entire body cloaked in black fur, including its dark eyes. It moved with complete silence, blending into the night. The Phantom Cat had a challenging growth journey before reaching the apex overbeast level. Its attack power was quite weak, making it a beast that specialized in nighttime assassination.

[Soul Forge (Epic Rank): This forbidden art grants the user dominion over the souls of the recently departed, twisting their essence into loyal, obedient undead warriors. Soul Reaping: The user has the power to gather the souls of the departed, adding them to their arsenal of spectral warriors. The number of souls required to summon a warrior depends on strength and type. Spirit Bonding: Through an intricate ritual, the user can bind these souls to a chosen weapon or armour, imbuing them with otherworldly energy. Phantom Conjuring: By channelling their will through the bound weapon or armour, the user can summon a spectral warrior from the collected souls. The type of warrior summoned depend

I outburst in frustration. Damien chuckled. "She'll be fine; she's just afraid. She's awake, Sage, maybe not mentally but physically. She needs assurance that she's safe before she can heal completely and wake." My brows furrowed in confusion. "She's an Afsrid wolf." I didn't say a word yet, but I digested what he had just said.