Phantoms Novelas e Histórias

he said. "Phantom images?" she cut him off. "The projection of thoughts or images," he answered, then continued as if she hadn't interrupted. "Feeling each other's emotions, and a vampire can always track down someone they've given blood to." He chuckled just a little bit. "Well, usually," he amended. "What's funny?" she wanted to know, but his hand was slowly sliding up her thigh, and she wasn't sure it was really all that important anymore.

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.

If it were an average human, the response would be to scream or run away, rather than calmly asking, “Who are you?” "I'm from the Quilue tribe." Wolfgang kept his promise. When she told him her true identity, he would also reveal his true identity. "Immortals human?" "Right" Selina nodded. She knew from Quilue. They are human but can regenerate and become immortal. The Quilue are people standing between humans and wolves. They must protect and keep the peace between the two species. “What did you come here for?” Selina was silent, then said, “Learn about people.”

"We have this war since the Phantom divided almost eight hundred years ago, right? Overtime, it nurtured death and hatred between the Triad. Unreasonable rules began, claiming them as taboos but in truth, there's nothing wrong about them at all. Your biological Mom and my Aunt Aria were mated for each other and the fact that you were born in this world proved that we may live without any war. In summary, you're the embodiment of the peace my father had dreamt of." I blinked in surprise. "Me? Why me?" Vance chuckled. "Isn't it obvious? You are the daughter of two Alphas——a Phantom and a Wolf Grave. So it means you're most likely the heiress of that position....maybe not right now because ever

[Elise’s POV] Phantoms swirl around, their eyes glowing red. Their clawed fingers reach out and attempt to grab me while their words echo in the air. “Freak.” “Monster.” “Demon.” “Bad Omen.” They echo again and again, tearing at my heart and causing pain to shoot through me. These were the words I was used to, and these were the phantoms that kept me company. They taunted me, tearing me down bit by bit as I tried so hard to build myself back up. Of course, that was only wishful thinking.

Instantly, a powerful aura swept out from him, followed by a ghostly howl as a phantom slowly materialized behind him. This phantom was known as the Specter Companion. It was a type of ghost or deity that could be summoned to assist the summoner in battle. Some powerful individuals could even command mighty spirits as their companions. Zachary's Specter Companion was a three-headed, six-armed phantom. With a roar, it unleashed torrents of energy from its six hands and struck the group of people before it. Nautica’s apprentices had never seen such a technique before and found themselves unable to withstand the assault. They exchanged glances and nodded at each other, and in the next second, t

“No. But he left a message. One word.” Carl leaned in. “What word?” “Echo.” Something shifted in Carl’s expression. “What?” she asked. He swallowed. “That’s the name of a discontinued Bloodborn project. One they shut down years ago.” “Why?” “Because it didn’t have a singular ability,” he said slowly. “It mimicked others.” Ophelia froze. “You’re saying this Phantom… is an Echo?” “Not just an Echo,” Carl said. “The last one.”

Take your positions, stay alive, and good luck. To my astonishment, everyone rushed to their posts. For anyone who had never been to the packhouse, they knew the pack well. Snipers were up on roofs and at other strategic points. Others sought to remain invisible in nature. Two vampires disappeared at a speed that seemed like teleportation, approaching the border. That little woman walks up to my dad and sits beside him, giggling when she looks at me. A dragon shifter shifts and goes up in the sky. The woman started an enchantment, and he became invisible. Some other witches began to enchant the packhouse, making it invisible to rogues. I didn't know if it would work because I continued to se

Two other candelabra stood at the center and at the other end of the table, lighting the faces of the wielder dining in with a blast of deep crimson. Shiela munched the last of her rice before clearing her throat and saying, in a rather clear and important voice, “Zorphe is already under the enemy’s clutch. While doing patrol, we had to separate in two teams and sneak around to not get noticed by these wielders.” She sighed as she twirled the spoon in her hand. “There are two groups threatening this land. One, those masters they called ‘Phantoms,’ which as their name suggest, a bodiless (not the literal one, she added to the horrified look on the Magistrates f

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