Spectral Phantom Novelas e Histórias

“My sons must feel at ease since they haven’t heard from me for a while now. How wrong they are,”. The driver park’s in front of the 3-storey building. Dracula and Alex step out of the car. “Alex, do you know why the sphinxes have strong psychic reservoirs?” he asks the tall redhead. “No, my lord” she answers. “They inherited it from the Nephilim. They think everything is okay and they can recuperate,” Dracula giggles. “They should know better,”. He stops at the doorway; he turns around and looks far into the air.

He must not know I can see a spirit, but I answered him earlier, I should look in other direction ---GASP---- He held my shoulders tightly, the elderly guy looked at me squarely, as if he sensed my attempt to ignore him. "Don't attempt to ignore me, sweetie!" His face was gradually turning violet, and blood was flowing around his neck. I want to scream, and my mouth is open, but my voice is failing me. I'm terrified; this isn't the first time this has happened to me, but I disregarded it a long time ago. I can't determine if a person is a ghost or not. I screamed at him, "I'm sorry! I can't even see you!" I tried to imagine my dread by closing both of my eyes.

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.

his voice jerked me back to reality. "hmm can I get your order"I said trying to sound confident, his voice sent me to planet zecury,I don't even know if it exists. "Two pot pies and one smoothie" he said back, with his eyes fixed on me. For the first time I saw genuine admiration and not the usual look of lust I was used to.

Then she turned to Blaise. “And you…” He smirked, that old confident grin flickering back. “Yeah, I know. My Lycan’s name is Phantom.” Kira’s lips curved into a knowing smile. “He is more than a Phantom, Blaise. He is the veil between life and death, the spirit that guards the in-between. Do not underestimate what sleeps inside you.” For a moment, the room glowed faintly, the air humming, the fire flaring high and blue. Mara whispered something under her breath in an ancient tongue.

Instantly, a powerful aura swept out from him, followed by a ghostly howl as a phantom slowly materialized behind him. This phantom was known as the Specter Companion. It was a type of ghost or deity that could be summoned to assist the summoner in battle. Some powerful individuals could even command mighty spirits as their companions. Zachary's Specter Companion was a three-headed, six-armed phantom. With a roar, it unleashed torrents of energy from its six hands and struck the group of people before it. Nautica’s apprentices had never seen such a technique before and found themselves unable to withstand the assault. They exchanged glances and nodded at each other, and in the next second, t

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!"

But under his robes weren't arms and legs—just clusters of spirits. The path wasn't any ordinary road either—it was called the Soulway. And this man was the Phantom Regent who acted on behalf of Hades, Vexon Darkhold. Vexon wasn't tall, but his looks were terrifying. He'd fit right in with those scary Halloween decorations people put up, except way worse. If a three-year-old saw his face, they'd definitely start crying. He looked more like an evil spirit than the actual ones from the Spectral Realm. When he talked, the skeletons following him would move around. But right now, his face was all smiles, which was really rare since nobody could usually make him smile.

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.

"Tell me how to stop the bleed. Tell me how we kill a ghost that lives in every puddle and window in this district." "We can't kill them, Sofia. Not in the traditional sense. A phantom in a mirror is just a projection of a consciousness anchored on the other side. You have to break the anchor," Zilo explained, pausing to wipe a smear of violet condensation from his goggles. "You have to destroy the surfaces. Every window, every polished plate, every basin of water. If they don't have a medium to manifest through, they stay trapped in the glass. But Sofia... look at the sky. If the clouds turn to mirrors, there won't be enough hammers in the world to save us."