Supernatural Phantom Traveler Novels & Stories

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

The hunger of a scholar who had found the anomaly he had been searching for. "You are a dual soul," he said. "Two consciousnesses, one vessel. The lunar magic belongs to Lumira's bloodline. The necromancy..." He tilted his head, his white ponytail sliding over his shoulder. "The necromancy is yours. The foreign soul. A Dimension Traveler." My breath caught. The word "Traveler" hung in the air like smoke, and I felt something cold uncoil in my stomach. He didn't know I was from another world, from a life of playlists and novels and a death I couldn't remember clearly. But he knew enough. He knew I was other.

The possessive way he fucked me like he both hated and needed me. I forced a grin. “You’re crazy, man. You watch too many movies.” He stepped aside but whispered as I passed, “Run while you still can. He’ll ruin you.” Later that day, I overheard two employees gossiping near the cafeteria. “Did you hear about The Ghost? Some billionaire who shows up masked at underground parties. Pays good money, fucks like a demon, then vanishes. Nobody ever sees his face.” I laughed it off again. But deep inside of me, i was worried for myself.

“Time to see the Council.” Alex nods but doesn’t say a word. However, his eyes reflect his misery as he waits for me to open the door. Councilmember Corbin James, Gadriel Saint, and Lukan Garron are standing on our front porch. The men look grim and austere as they gaze upon us. “Mikhail Cross, on behalf of the Supernatural Council, you are being remanded under the charge of murdering the human boy, Travis Gentry. Please step forward and release your wings.” I step forward and release my wings with flutter as each man takes a position to restrain them. Gadriel stands behind me and places a chain around my wings with a click. The chain is spelled to keep supernatural beings with wings grounde

Eden cursed that the butterfly fairies had learned those swearings from here and nowhere. Eden ignored the shop owner's verses. He was so used to the heavy swearing frequency of this brother. The young wizard glued a hand-sized transparent glass jar. Inside the box were purple-blue powders that clumped like they were wet with moisture. With this, Balan can safely pass Winter Day this year! The blood of animals could help Balan get through 10% of pain, the blood of humans was 30%, and the blood of mighty magical creatures (like a dragon) - even if it's not fresh blood - would most likely keep him alive. Balan could move as usual (could not use strength but did not need to lie down like every

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.

Being a werewolf allows someone to move really fast, like lightning speed fast, and Jack has used that ability to try and end Mathew's life, his nails (that he retracted as he advanced on Mathew, slices the air on the spot Mathew's neck was just a second ago, and Emily gasps and covers her mouth, her eyes shut tight. But Jack's actions are not as surprising as what Mathew has done. He disappeared from the place and reappeared on another. Just like that. Good. From being mated to the world's biggest jerk to dating a ghost. What cute luck she has. Because she doesn't want to believe the protector crap he told her about. It scares her every time she witnesses him teleport. Perhaps he's an Angel

While dealing with the corpses, Cassian continued to track Phantom's movements. Phantom was a skilled fighter who possessed the mysterious power of necromancy, which meant that Cassian couldn't afford to let his guard down. However, never would Cassian have predicted that Phantom would take advantage of the fact that the corpses were keeping him occupied to swiftly disappear among the trees. What was going on? Was Phantom making a run for it? Cassian was gobsmacked. Just a moment ago, Phantom had been threatening him, declaring that he would kill him. Why had he fled immediately after that?

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.

I am accurately aware of my excellence,’ Seraphina said. I pressed my lips together. My mother was watching me with the expression of a mother who knew exactly when her child was trying not to laugh. Tobias continued, “The Phantom wolf side does not speak the same way. It guides. It pulls. It remembers life even when death is near. It forces itself out and takes charge when the body is at the brink of death. Mine dragged me back from the edge before I could hand myself over to something that would have taken more than I understood.” I remembered how mine had saved me during the Luna challenge, when Beverly had almost finished me off, and I finally understood what he meant.