Supernatural Phantom Traveler Novels & Stories

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

Simeon was dumbstruck when the divine chain of order captured him and dragged him out of the void. He gulped, looked terrified, and screamed, "No! You can't kill me!" His scream sounded desperate. He quickly kneeled down and groveled to beg for forgiveness. Severin sneered and mocked sarcastically, "I remember that's not the way you talked to me just now." The actual power of the phantom was just a level six supreme paragon, instead of a level eight supreme paragon.

“Shut up, pup. I need to finish what I’m saying before they get back from the store.” Bryant tried to say something, but Garrett, Will, and Bethany growled low in warning to him. He crossed his arms and pouted. “Thank you. What the Vasili didn’t realize when he ordered me to be taken was just how much of an enemy he was taking into his home. I know Ford and Rao.” The wolves gasped. “I am known to hunters and trackers as ‘The Phantom’. I hunt them. I’m gathering information, then I’m leaving and I’m taking all of you with me. With luck, we’ll take the bulk of his succubae, too. Any questions so far?” Madison asked.

“Hush now, angel. You’re safe. I’m not mad.” “Sorry.” She whispered. “I apologize. Concubi have nasty tempers.” I chuckled. “Is there anything else?” “Who is the Phantom?” Gunderson asked. “The Phantom is a prolific serial killer who’s been active for the last three years in the state. He kills trackers and hunters primarily, but has been known to take out guards from camps. No one knows who he is. Reports are different each time about his description. We’ve been trying to get him, but it’s nearly impossible. He’s careful and always deadly. No victim has ever been left alive.” Colin explained.

“It only happened when I asked them to help me see Cristine.” Amy nodded slowly. “Makes sense. You’re taking in too much of their energy to open your inner eye to other entities. And for some reason, that’s knocking you out every time.” “Meaning no more asking for extra sight,” the Haunter Supreme decreed, and waited for me to face him. “Promise you won’t do it again.” I nodded with a weary smile. “Okay, off of me, all of you. I’m fine.”

“Your strength has returned faster than expected. But your pulse… it isn’t aligned with your spirit. It’s layered, almost as if two energies are competing inside you.” Phantom’s grip on the armrest tightened. “Competing?” The healer hesitated. “Your coyote spirit is faint, muffled. Something else has taken hold—something stabilizing you, but not natural. My guess is it’s the Intercrossed spirit.” The fire in my veins flared as if to answer him. It wasn’t sickness, but it wasn’t mine either. It felt borrowed, imposed, alive in ways that made me shiver. Phantom’s jaw clenched, his voice fierce. “She’s stronger. That’s all I care about.”

I fell back onto the ground, clutching my chest. I discovered myself standing over my body, a thin cord connecting me to it. I looked around, but there was no sign of Van. I pictured the coven hoping he was with the children. Ghost travel worked by thought, think and poof you are there. I walked to the kids but frustratingly he wasn't here. I pictured the clearing where Brooke's body was but again nothing. Where was he and what had made him leave me? I thought of the palace knowing that was the final place he might have gone to. I reached the palace walking inside. I found a dark cloud floating before Van's body as if blocking me.

He glided back towards the only resting surface in the room and waited. Not long enough, a voice boomed in the room. “I see you are awake! ” “Yes,” “Any discomfort so far!” “Mental trauma from being kidnapped by one of the most terrifying organizations on the planet!” “I meant any physical discomfort!” “Oh! Then I’m fine...” “State your name?” “Phantom!” “State your chakra stage?” “Solar Plexus Chakra!” “What do you have to say about your actions regarding the terrorist attack?” “Rational and necessary!”

"On cursed ground that's killed dozens of wolves over the years. You're not creating sanctuary. You're creating a mass grave." "The Dead Lands aren't cursed anymore," Phoenix said, speaking for the first time. Their void-touched voice echoed strangely in the chamber. "I stabilized them. Calmed the convergence point. That territory is safer now than most established pack lands." "And who are you?" Thorne demanded. "Phoenix Blackwood-Kane. The Bridge Child. The one who walks between worlds. I exist in multiple realities simultaneously. I can see threats before they manifest. And I promise you, Sanctuary Pack is not a threat to anyone who doesn't threaten us first."

*"You cannot stop a primal hunger forever, Traveler. Everything must eventually return to the dark." The Traveler smiled sadly, his shimmering, light-hewn form cracking under the immense pressure. "No. You're probably right." Then, his expression instantly hardened, the cosmic wanderer’s gaze turning sharp as flint. "But I can damn well delay it." A blinding, brilliant light exploded from his essence. For the very first time since his return to creation, the First Traveler revealed the true, unfiltered zenith of his power.