Spectral Phantom Novels & Stories

"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."

The spectral form staggered, howling without sound. “Better,” Lucien called. “Now push it back.” Vera leapt forward, hurling the dream-silk whip. It wrapped around the phantom’s arm, coils gleaming with star­tide light. She tugged, yanking it off balance. The phantom crashed into the chamber wall, fracturing runes beneath the mortar. Her chest heaved; sweat dripped from her brow. “Your turn,” she panted. Lucien stepped into the plain. The phantom dissolved beneath his gaze, reforming as two snarling wolves flanking him. He closed his eyes, inhaled deeply, then unleashed his pulse.

And now, when we met again, I was already bones in the ground—and she had become a powerful, influential billionaire. But Nicky was sick. And she needed me. So she came looking for me—the man she hated with every fiber of her being—and unleashed her vengeance on everyone I loved. But I was already dead. Suddenly, Adeline's cold voice cut through my thoughts, pulling me back. "If Samuel won't show himself, I'll just have to turn up the pressure." My stilled heart lurched. The next instant, Adeline gave the order. Her men swarmed my elderly father and hanged him alive—right there, in front of my grave.

she went back to the gap looked at the stars as she talked to herself. she wished her life was perfect like what the neighbors thought of it. she went down on her knees and pleaded before going to bed. Baraka, the boy living subsequent house to mercy, was at the dining table by himself, his parents were out on a business trip as usual. after he’s done with his meal, he went to bed, took his phone and called mercy to say goodnight. ‘‘I can bill the gloom in your speech even from the phone, so what’s going on with you?’’ baraka commanded

He appreciated the miraculous powers of the System for allowing him to get accustomed to such amazing procedures in a matter of days instead of months. In a good mood and prompted by his rich creativity, he even added in the Fayette ECM and the Festive Cloud Generator onto the custom mech's head. In keeping up with a ghost theme, he set the clouds to generate only greyscale colors, nicknaming the mech the Phantasm. [Design Evaluation: Fantasia 2R Phantasm.] Variant name: Fantasia 2R Phantasm Original Manufacturer: Kezia Armaments Weight Classification: Light Recommended Role: Scout/Ambusher

"Then we need to hurry, I don't want to think anything has happened to Emily. May's voice was shaky and her heart filled with guilt. They turned to head back when the sound they had heard initially came louder suddenly, they reflexed a turn at the direction of the sound and had not gotten enough time to settle on it when a huge bird flew across them, pushing them to the ground. It went straight for Glenn, trailing it's thick claws against Glenn's body, ripping part of his shirt, he began struggling with the bird unable to get a full view of the creature above him, summer and May had tried crawling up to his aid but they had been hit the most when it flew across them, and for some strange rea

“So, she is part demon? One of Dante’s sprogs that slipped through the net?” “No,” Lucas leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees as a weary sigh escaped him. “Atlas and Amos don’t have wolf spirits remember? Chloe does; Hecate.” “Hecate? What kind of name is that?” “It’s the name of a Greek goddess. As far as we can tell, only the Wolfe line has a wolven spirit with a Greek name. Even Sierra and Alvaro don’t have them. So, how come she has one?” Lucas raised an eyebrow, hazel eyes darkening as the questions piled up. “I think we need to make a call.”

Trevor says. “I have a feeling that they are paying her very well and we all know that if you throw enough money in her face she will do anything,” I add. Trevor snorts at my comment. He knows it’s true. Shade will do anything for the right price. I have a feeling that she has something up her sleeve. I can’t see her letting them get away with making someone of this power. I feel she will add something of her own to the mix if she goes through with the plan. What surprises me is that before Prycylla and Trevor leave, they leave some of their own DNA and blood to add to the mix. Well, Prycylla leaves one of her feathers. This will definitely add something great to the mix. Prycylla

“They never let you go.” Before we could react, a black mist swirled behind him, and from it emerged a shape—tall and draped in shifting darkness. Its face was obscured, but glowing eyes peered through the veil of shadow. A Phantom. The man turned to run, but the Phantom was faster. It lashed out, and the moment its shadowy tendrils touched him, he let out an agonized scream. His body convulsed, his face twisted in horror as he disintegrated into dust before our eyes.

Ayla caught the rhythm of the room: the hush before a number was called, the shift of weight when tension crested, the faintest collective exhale when a lot was claimed. Then, without ceremony, the auctioneer lifted a small black envelope from the table. “Lot forty-seven,” he announced, his voice dropping to a tone that made the air in the room seem heavier. “Designated… ‘Specter.’” A ripple moved through the crowd. Not an object. A name. The screen behind him did not light with an image. Instead, a single word appeared in stark white on a black background: CONFIDENTIAL. “This,” the auctioneer said, “is an asset with confirmed operational success in extraction, infiltration, and destabilizat