The Phantom Of The Opera Novels & Stories

The memory was a jagged shard in Chloe Bishop’s mind. She had been so close—just seconds away from unmasking the "Phantom"—when the world went black. The blow that had knocked her unconscious hadn’t come from a ghost; it had come from one of the estate’s elite guards, a man personally vetted and frequently used by Vince the butler.

And he gave me the most beautiful laughter I had ever heard from him. It made my eyes turn to him, his lips stilling as recognition marred his features with a frown again. "Your laughter, is beautiful. I love it." I spoke absentmindedly, and his body stiffened as though I had said something scandalous. But I didn't know how to unsay what I had told him. The Phantom of the Opera show reminded me of him; the beautiful monster who was scary to the whole world but had saved me. Capturing my heart and...

Petrified that he might actually get his hands on Sky, I use all my strength to get out of his grasp. James is startled by the fact that I have just effortlessly manhandled him. I'm a little shocked too but I don't dare show him that. He stumbles onto the ground and the shock in his eyes us somehow visible even though it's dark. I'm pretty sure I'm not my usual self right now so I don't question how I'm able to see this clearly in the dark. James's confusion grows when he sees his prescious Aurora stalking over him, I guess the demon version of Aurora never stood up to him, well guess what, I'm not Aurora and it's time dear James understood that.

I like how he always smiles when he sees me like he's always the happiest when he see me. I went near him, "You do know that it's 10 in the evening, right?" "Yeah." "And we're not allowed to go anywhere according to our moderator, right?" He chuckled, "Yeah." "So, why'd you texted me?" Henry pointed at the starry night sky behind me, as soon as I turned around, I saw before my eyes the different colors of fireworks... shining among those starlights...then as the fireworks continued, songs from 'The Imperials', my favorite band continuously played from the neighbourhood next to us.

I didn't dare go near the big one, there was way too much witchery going over there. The runes glowed green as the circle ignited. It transferred a little bit of my power in trade for the demon's appearance. A summoning from Hell didn't require much energy, not like one from a farther realm like Death or another universe. That dealt in soul power, which was not the kind of juice I had handy. The air twisted and turned, then shimmered. A large dark furry creature materialized from the warped space-time. It had long ears pointed like a cat, sharp claws, long fangs, and a large hulking muscular body. It stood breathing heavily.

I gasp when I read the title on the program. ‘The Phantom of the Opera’ “You managed to get tickets to my favourite opera. Grant, I don’t know what to say.” “You don’t have to say anything, Angel. I want you to enjoy this.” I am so excited I can barely sit still as the lights go out and the music begins.

I was in the middle of nowhere. I quickly noted the obvious that this was a castle. A damned castle made out of obsidian blocks! From the stonework on the outer wall and the winding black pillars this thing was massive. If I peered down closely a ravine appeared which led to nothing but darkness. It looked as though the ravine surrounded the entire building meaning the castle was standing on a slab of earth. Giving the whole shadow vibe a whole new level of scariness.My fingers sizzled with ice on the windowsill as I drummed them in thought. Where was Vivian?

The car was already set to pick them up outside the hotel and take them to the Paris Garnier Opera house. The opera house was the setting of the famous musical and book The Phantom of the Opera by Andrew Lloyd Webber and Charles Hart. And much to Amber’s delight, the opera house was hosting the production of the musical sixty-four years after its original show in London. She had never been to a musical before. And she sure as fuck wanted to make Leo proud and not embarrass him tonight.

They believe the opera house is haunted and are easily freaked out. I can always sense sulfur, and I’ve found some traces of ectoplasm. There is at least one spirit that constantly roams the opera house, and I assume it’s what the students have labeled the Phantom. I haven’t been able to spot the damn spirit, but others have. It’s almost as if the spirit is avoiding me, which I’m not sure is possible. In all my training with Dad, not once did we come across a spirit that could avoid us on purpose. Dad never even mentioned that being possible and he spent years meticulously training me.

"A legal fiction, Zora. If the market thinks you're dead, they stop looking for your offshore accounts. I expected a copywriter's daughter to understand the power of a well-edited narrative." "He's... he's a phantom, Zora," Dante rumbled. His massive three-ton frame shifted, his obsidian claws leaving long, white scars across the flawless Carrara marble. A thick, dark stream of violet-tinted saliva dripped from his lower jaw, sizzling as it hit the cold stone. "His baseline... it doesn't have a heartbeat. It’s just... an interactive projection from the core frame."