Taming The Black Phantom Novels & Stories

“Get me out of here.” Zane’s voice cut through the moment, a silken growl that sent a chill down Kevin’s spine. “Not so fast, Talon,” he said, stepping from the shadows near the throne, his amber eyes glinting with menace. His shaved head gleamed, his claw-mark tattoos stark against his pale skin, and he wore a sleeveless black tunic, his claws extended, sharp and black. Rhea was at his side, her jet-black hair braided tight, her cruel smile a slash of white, her dagger in hand. Behind them, a dozen Black Shadow wolves emerged, their amber eyes glowing, their snarls a chorus of death.

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.

He scoffed. "I was wrong, I really was. Please forgive me." He begged. "You can never outgrow your master, Zane." Xander said, his voice, chilling as ice. "Take him away." "Yes." The figure was hauled away forcefully, as his feet screeched on the floor, Xander breathed in, gazing around his boxing room, he heaved a sigh, for ten years, he had been a mafia king, he had trained hard, much to the expectations of his father, he had been outstanding, cold as ice, and never let anything got through his ways.

Suddenly, Taylor wants to be strong, to be muscular, and confident in any sort of fight makes that much more sense to Jacob. “I didn’t ask how old the boy was. I didn’t ask if he could change. He can bond. We can train everything else in him.” The voice was so cold, the man’s scent seems to be everywhere all at once as he stalked closer to the woman sprawled on the ground. The wolf behind him paced and bared his teeth, growling low in his throat. Taylor watched helplessly as the man-made a motion with his hand, sending the wolf pouncing onto the woman.

She could hear Slate’s voice. “Shea!” Denver’s worried voice also reached her ears before her eyes turned pitch black and the veins around them turned bluish purple. Her elongated claws were so dripping with poison that created smoke as they reached the ground – as if they were burning it out. She was out of her own mind as her sleeping beast awakened. She let out an evil laugh, sending shivers down everyone’s spine. And before she knew it, everything just went black. *** POV: Denvereaux Thorne

I watched everything unravel in a blur. Tamlin’s wolf, all silver-grey lunged at me with murderous intent. My breath causing my legs to be frozen to the floor, until a massive black wolf collided with him midair. The black wolf sank its teeth into Tamlin’s throat. I heard the rip of flesh, the choke of blood spilling and the whimper of pain that didn’t sound like him at all. It was the cry of something defeated.

I bit my lip hard enough to taste blood. The door creaked, and Phantom strolled in with his trademark calm, though tonight he wasn’t wearing his pristine white suit. Instead, black clung to his frame, sharp as a blade. His smile was venomous. “Well, well,” Phantom drawled, circling Damon like a predator. “How the mighty have fallen. You’re not looking so sharp, Damon.” Damon lifted his head, spitting blood onto the floor. “Go to hell.” Phantom chuckled. “Oh, we’re already there.” His voice dropped, sharp with menace. “Where’s the flash drive?”

If we weren't in public, he'd be offering her his tail next. [This man was supposed to be the ruthless villain in the original story. Eva, please publish your dog-training guide. I'll study it like a religious text!]

“The menacing threats are routinely driven a sizable distance from the palace perimeter.” “Perhaps I’ve waged too many battles against intelligent foe, that picking off mindless beasts no longer boasts the same thrill it once did,” I admitted, scanning the foliage ahead. Phantom’s amusement swelled then. He proposed a different thrill entirely, a different prey– One with brown-black hair, soft features warmly graced by sun glow, and bright copper eyes that only ever seemed to cry and glare at the sight of me. And a smell all too known that my wolf sought it even now….

THBM EP 165 ~DOMINIC~ The tyres of my black van screeched to a halt in front of a gigantic white paint house. The same house where I almost lost Alicia yesterday, the same house where the blonde fucker had her take his ugly shaft, the same house where his blood was going to spill today.