After Christine makes her disappearance, you and many other people strive to bring the Opera Populaire back to its former glory... That involves you having to climb your way up the social latter, deal with an investigation on your beloved opera ghost, and make many more relationships with those around you.

Raeann knew it wasn't wise. She wasn't being rational. But one day, she decides to pack up what little is important to her and run. Erik had never known kindness. Recently heartbroken over a young girl named Christine, he trudges through life with his head low. Everybody flees from his face, but will he find somebody who excepts him? Erik finds an injured girl in the woods surrounding his secluded home and takes her with him. Raeann knows that Erik has his flaws, but, as her father once told her, everybody has small anomalies. It starts as a friendship, but once Erik hears her voice, he won't let her leave. What happens when an act of kindness turns into a nightmare? (Modern Day)

After the incident on the opening night of Erik's new amusement park Phantasma, all seems at peace in the world of Mr. Y and his prima donna, Meg Giry. Shows are constantly selling out, the park is thriving with it's freakish structure and the press has done everything it can to showcase any sort of update in the personal affairs of the cast and crew. Erik is finally assured the normal life he always dreamed until he begins retelling his story to Gaston Leroux. Will the telling of his story cause old feelings to arise or can Meg keep the Phantom interested in her love? Created: February 23rd, 2016 Began Writing: November 8th, 2017 Finished: N/A Edited: N/A I do not own Phantom, LND, nor any characters, scenes, music, etc. that could and will be used in this story. No copyright infringement is intended. All new characters and storyline are under my copyright and the copyright of WattPad. Warning: This is Mature for sexual references, swearing and violence.

A year after watching Christine float away to her happy ever after, Erik is left to handle the aches of his heart as he runs away from the angry mob and Opera House. Though he tries his hardest, Christine has never left his heart nor his mind. Now that he finds himself surrounded by his truest allies, his heart and mind tear him apart between love and desire. Will Erik always venture for the affections of Christine or will he finally move on to her best friend? Created: June 18th, 2015 Finished: January 25th, 2016 Edited: ~Currently Editing~ I do not own Phantom, LND, nor any characters, scenes, music, etc. that could and will be used in this story. No copyright infringement is intended. All new characters and storyline are under my copyright and the copyright of WattPad. Warning: This is Mature for sexual references, swearing and violence. There will be an additional warning above those certain chapters.

When Constance Desjardins decides to take her ambitions to the next level by trying out for the Opera Populaire's ballet, she learns of an Opera Ghost that has kidnapped the newly famous primma donna, Christine Daae. Can a ghost truly kidnap the living or is this ghost truly a man after all? Deciding to not let her mind dwell on the legends surrounding the Phantom, she sets her ambitions on furthering her career which lands Constance face to face with the ghost himself. Will she be able to live out her dream or will she be another pawn in the phantom's opera? Created: July 30, 2015 Finished: March 15, 2017 Edited: Partially I do not own Phantom nor any characters, scenes, music, etc. that could and will be used in this story. No copyright infringement is intended. All new characters and storyline are under my copyright and the copyright of WattPad.

There are some things in this world that just can't be explained, like falling through a mirror, for example. Or ending up in your favorite movie because you fell through 'said' mirror. It may sound a bit, extensive, but it happens. Katerina was a normal eighteen year old girl until she, well, fell through her mirror. Now she's stuck in a film she knows all too well, The Phantom of the Opera. Will she be able to re-write a timeless tale, or will she ruin the one thing she has cherished for so long? Because in this world of unending night, anything is possible.

|| Book 3 of "The Shadow's Melody" || (Based off of the Alternate Ending of "The Angel's Shadow") I can not possibly tell you just how happy I am in the life I have now. The life with my Erik. My wonderful Erik. The man I have wanted since I was a child and dreaming about the masked man I had seen onstage at the Opéra Populaire. He loves me, that Phantom, that Opera Ghost. He loves me. Can you believe it? Can you believe how lucky I am to have such an extraordinary man as him? He can do no wrong, not anymore. He would do anything for me and our children. He wouldn't dream of hurting any of us. Or would he?

|| Book 2 || Sequel to The Shadow's Melody || When I was a small child his voice captured my soul. He haunted my dreams and stuck close to me like my shadow. I loved him, that man they called the Opera Ghost. And he loved me, too. But would his love for me ever outdo his love for his first songbird, his angel of music? Can I replace the Phantom's Christine Daaé?

The times have changed. Christine has moved on, Mme. Giry has left, and Erik has remained a hollow form. But when a young girl visits the opera house, it sparks a new flame that can not be put out. Can it once again be time for a Masquerade? Warning: Rated PG-13. Not suggested for young reader. May contain suggestive themes, violence, alcohol, other Phantom related deaths and/or abusive behaviors

|| Book 1 of The Shadow's Melody || As a maid here at the new Opéra Populaire I can certainly sense something different. Something missing. It lacked him. The Opera Ghost who disappeared. I know I should let it go. I know I shouldn't constantly think about a dead man. A murderer. But I simply can't. I can't forget about that man I fell in love with those many years ago. I yearned to hear his angelic voice again. I begged for it. Hoped for it. Prayed for it. I called for him in my dreams. The man they called The Phantom of the Opera. I would never have guessed that my hopes and prayers would soon be answered.