Taming The Black Phantom Novels & Stories

Malaka lost its strength in a matter of seconds, but the pain was making him violently tremble on the ground. He was trying to drag himself towards the corner, but he saw the black-armored man standing right in front of him. Before the beast could even reach, Phantom jumped up in the air. His body was already oozing a dreadful aura, but this time the killing intent off the charts. As he jumped in the air, his arm clutched the trident over his head. With every ounce of his strength, he shoved the dangling death inside his head. ~CRACK The intensity of the strike blew the ground. The sound of the blow almost muffled the cracking sounds of the beast's skull. The struggling limbs gradually turne

I moved forward, the ice popping beneath my boots, prepared to trap her in ice binds. But then shadows rustled at the edge of the trees—huge shapes emerging from the dark, wraithlike taking form. Three massive Black men stepped forward, with the stature of ancient oaks, their muscles stretching against taut skin scarred by endless battles. Their eyes burned amber; their auras reeked of rogue rage, and they stalked with the ease of predators, surrounding me in a triangle of threat. One popped his knuckles, the sound like dry branches breaking; another rolled his neck, teeth extending; and the third extended claws that glimmered like obsidian. Tamara let out a laugh, weak but triumphant.

Logon doesn’t know any magic but is the most powerful among the four of Raf’s beasts. Damon is the name of Rafael’s vampire. Damon is the 2nd strongest after Logon. Alvin is the name of Rafael’s male fairy. He knows magic tricks. Jasper is the name of Rafael’s wizard. Jasper is a master of casting spells. Ekansh Phoenix Blackthorn (deceased) Age 25, twenty minutes younger than Rafael. Phoenix was part of TAK (Three Assassin Blackthorns). Before his death, Phoenix served as the Royal Beta of the Blackthorn Clan. He possessed the power of healing and the water element.

Too many things pointed to a single identity, yet divided into two different persons. Though I am relieved to finally prove that Damon wasn’t my phantom, yet it didn’t make everything easier either. I am now torn between the two of them. My phantom cradled me in his lap as my panic was about to surge. My heart pumping blood so fast that it felt like my veins were about to explode. I even struggled to breathe, choking with air. But then he held me so tenderly in his arms, rocking me slowly, crooning against my ear. Somehow it eased my nerves and helped me relax. I don’t know how he made that happen. Usually, it was he who triggered my anxiety.

It raised its claws in a desperate, defensive posture. Damon didn't hesitate. He stepped forward, low to the ground, a continuous, deep-bass growl rolling out of his chest—a sound so resonant it vibrated straight through Evie’s boots, making her knees tremble. The black wolf was a masterclass in lethal efficiency. With a single, decisive strike, he brought his massive head up, snapping his jaws around the intruder's shoulder and throwing the final attacker out into the damp mountain fog, where the sound of scrambling paws rapidly faded into the distance.

My eyes burn with intent and desire for this girl who had provocated me after a long time. The sight of her chocolate brown eyes looking at me with lust, I knew she wanted me! Caressing the flogger I resolve, “You have instigated a bruised lion Cecelia, You may have managed to untie yourself but how far will you run? I am going to hunt you down and teach you a lesson so bad, you will never dare to mess with me again!”

I should have taught her about the script first, but I’m having a hard time resisting her. “You traitor!” She growled. “It’s just your belly that I’m touching, imagine how weak you’ll be if my hands started to explore your body.” I whispered and gently brushed my lip on her ears. I felt her body stiffened. “Don’t you dare.” She feebly hissed. The way she answered woke up the beast inside me. Without any warning, I glided my hands and fondled her breasts that made her moan loudly. The plate slipped from her hands and she ended up holding onto the sink.

I mumbled, embarrassed, hoping that would make him go slower. “That’s going to be fun, but don’t worry, I’ll teach you everything I like in bed and train you to please me.” He brought a hand to my chin, gripping it tightly before rubbing two fingers over my lips. “Open your damn mouth.” He forced two fingers inside, making me part my lips, and shoved them in. “You’ll be perfect for swallowing my cock.” Disgust overwhelmed me, but I remembered what my mother said—I couldn’t do anything that might start another war tonight. So he leaned in again, replacing his fingers with his repulsive tongue.

I could feel my wolf drag its claws through my soul, his howl ringing in my ears. It didn't just howl, it uttered the same word I dreaded. Cried it over and over to assure me he wasn't mistaken the first time. “Mate.” “Mate.” As I continued to stare at the unholy figure before me, I couldn't blame my wolf for losing control.

The door was opened and her Master, still wearing black clothes, entered. He told her to follow him, they went straight to the room she was so anxious about. It was her second time being here. Previously he made her play a kitten which was embarrassing but let’s say harmless. This time she had a feeling it will be different. “Strip and sit on the bed Omega.” Arya followed her Master’s command. Master strolled to the wall and picked a pair of black handcuffs connected with a silver chain to a collar.