Adult Ciel Phantomhive Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Lila, he’s married. Remember? Hanna Hale. I’m not interested in married men. I’m just very grateful for what he did. He saved my life twice now.” Lila scoffed loudly. “Married? Please. Men like him have side chicks all the time. Do you even know what you’re talking about? Cassian Hale is one of the richest men in Germany. His AI company, Hale Dynamics, is one of the biggest in the world. Rumors say he’s building a new AI model that can act as a wife and even give birth — like planting an embryo into the AI. It can also serve as a surrogate mother for couples who don’t want another woman carrying their child. Imagine that!”

“That was what we wanted you to see. Damien needed to disappear. And so did I.” Alma stepped forward, trembling. “Where is he?” “He’s waiting for you,” Evelyn said. “But I must warn you he’s not the man you remember.” Moments Later, Inside the Citadel The underground lair was a palace of steel and shadows. Giant screens displayed AI maps, crypto war stats, and stock data for defense corporations. At the center of it all sat Damien Vale. Aged, but sharp. Hair silver, beard trimmed, eyes like obsidian. He stood as they entered.

Without a second thought, he embraced her tiny body, wailing out loud. Badump! Badump! Badump! Shadow felt her heartbeat rising, and the lake of her eyes became hotter. “Will you die?” He asked for the second time. His voice broke her too damn much. He was terrified and scared. For her, no less. Phantom was her artificial intelligence, although he was extremely different from the rest of the A.I. He was built with the piece of her soul. She didn’t know how she did it – because Black Shadow, who was the one who succeeded in the experiment, not her – but a fragment of her soul was embedded into him.

I sighed and told them what the spirit told me. “But why only to Lady Seraphina? The spirit could have just meet Sir Zale, and since he is a water element user, the heir to say the least, why not him?” Asked Notus while looking confused. I sighed and just crouched to be at his eye level. “If the spirit were to summon Zale, then it will just end there. Remember when I said that the vengeance spirit was a fire? It might be a fire spirit that was tainted by some pollution from here.” I explained.

Dupont of the Alchemy Department, Prof. Reginald Morell of Arcane Arts, Prof. Dimitrio of Herbology, and Prof. Raevers of charms. There was also a hooded person with them who seemed to be floating on air, beside whom stood the groundskeeper and head of Cryptozoology, Damien Wolvesbane. “Pan Phineas!” Dorin called to the hooded person who slightly tilted his head.

The one with a note written, Monster. “Hey, what the hell?” “I could hear something from here,” Ciel said as he opened it up with his might. They froze to see a little girl probably at the age of twelve. She had her eyes open with tears. She’s a hybrid. Half human, half vampire. “What the hell?” Cedric approached the girl who didn’t move. He checked it again. “Why was she sealed?” He mumbled to himself. “She’s mine,” Ciel growled at Cedric who was about to touch as he quickly raised his hands.

The creature didn't scream; it hissed, its orange core flaring as it tried to stabilize. "That’s for Phuwin, you glowing bastard!" Somito roared, bringing the mace down again and again until the orange light flickered and died, leaving only a pile of cooling, amber slush on the floor. "You really need to work on your stealth, old man," Zilo said, rushing to the terminal and his fingers flying across the keys. "Okay, I’ve got the bypass. Cell 402. Restricted access. It says... 'Subject: Pilot. Status: Integration Complete.'"

They were looking at the dome with yellowed, silver-burned eyes, their instincts telling them that the sanctuary was a lie. Outside, the Phantom stopped sobbing. She looked directly into the nearest security camera, her silver-gray eyes void of all humanity. She raised a hand, her fingers pointing toward the western pylon—the exact spot where the dome’s frequency was weakest. "The anchor is cracked," the Phantom whispered, her voice carrying the subsonic growl of the High Council. "Now... open the door for the remainder." A massive, rhythmic thumping hit the dome. Not the rain. Not the drills.

that the Maintainers called a vulnerability. "Caleb!" I roared within the void. "The system says you’re a scavenger! It says you're a legacy asset! Tell them they’re Out of Date!" Inside the cage, Caleb stopped pounding. He looked at the memories—the gold and silver fire—and his eyes changed. They weren't mirrors anymore. They were human. "I am... White Mane," Caleb whispered, his voice cracking the glass. [CRITICAL_EXCEPTION_DETECTED] [USER_INTERVENTION_OVERRIDING_CORE_LOGIC]

Refuse to anyone, because he has faced everything. "Ilf, I need your help!" said Cia. He asks Ilf for help because Ilf is a Lycan who can see where someone is. He can read a person and detect a place. "What's wrong, Cia? You need something?" The battle was still going on in the yard, while Cia had already gone inside. She spoke privately with Ilf. "Where's Vasilio? I haven't seen him since earlier. Damn it!" said Cia.