Adult Ciel Phantomhive Novels & Stories

And then, a massive, three-dimensional hologram materialized in the empty air directly above the Vanguard Behemoth. It was a Seraphim. It wasn't a physical mech. It was a fifty-foot-tall projection of the Admin's ultimate avatar. It possessed six wings made of fractured, glowing white code, and its face was a blank, smooth mask of porcelain. It carried a flaming digital sword that pointed directly down at the siege tank. The Ironhead militia in the square screamed, diving for cover behind their barricades, aiming their rifles at the untouchable phantom. "CITIZENS OF THE UNDERCITY," a voice boomed.

It was the cold, multi-tonal resonance of the Hive. ​"Mother, we’re here to get you out," Aero said, stepping toward the sphere. ​"Out?" The voice let out a sound like static-filled laughter. "Aero, I am the Citadel. I am the sky you saw in the dream. And you... you are my greatest achievement. My beautiful, golden virus." ​THE FINAL BETRAYAL: ​Silas Thorne appeared on the balcony above them, his prosthetic arm sparking. He didn't look afraid anymore. He looked triumphant.

It showed a raw rock, matte and opaque, glowing a deep, interior purple as if lit from within. “What… what is this?” Imani asked, leaning forward, breathless. The chunk of stone, opaque and faintly shimmering violet, pulsed on the screen as if alive. “That’s not gold,” Jade murmured, her voice trembling with fascination. “It’s something else entirely.” “It’s beautiful,” Imani whispered. “Dangerous is beautiful sometimes,” Jade replied, zooming in closer. “Celestium,” she read out, her voice barely a whisper. Imani reached out, her fingertips brushing the holographic image as if she could feel its texture.

Ethan felt his heart drop straight into his stomach. Not husband. The word echoed painfully in his mind. He stared at Violet’s side profile, searching for something like regret, hesitation or anything. But she never looked back at him. “Ah..... ” the man let out a small sound, clearly feeling awkward. Brushing off the discomfort, he extended his hand toward Ethan for a handshake. “Hello! I’m Alex Brown. I work as an art consultant at Red petals Art Gallery.” Ethan frowned listening the name and stared at him for a good three seconds before finally shaking his hand.

Vivian stated, her blue eyes narrowing into an unshakeable calculation. ​"I want the empire, Vivian," the Uncle corrected softly, his hand tapping the silver handle of his vanguard cane against the mahogany desk. "The surface is dying. The acid rain will dissolve the lowlands within three winters. Aegis Hub 01 contains the only functioning hydroponic atmospheric matrix capable of sustaining a permanent military force. I am prepared to offer you a compromise."

"Very well, I grant you a residence in Ciawales City. Your reward will be the Sixth Courtyard." "What?" "The Sixth Courtyard? Isn’t that where a celestial being once lived? It’s said to still carry some of the aura of immortals, and it’s been preserved all these years." "King Basil must be feeling really generous to give it to him." A murmur of surprise spread among the courtiers. They hadn’t expected Basil to offer Adrian the Sixth Courtyard. That place had once been inhabited by a celestial being during the founding days of Ciawales. It was said that the celestial being had arrived on a sword and befriended the ancestral founders of Ciawales, leaving behind a residence with a lingering aur

“And…maybe beating numerous guys half to death because they were late on payments.” “Hey, in my defense, they were at least three weeks late and giving excuses upon excuses.” We both chuckle and fist bump. “Next we have the biggest player in the school—-“ She gets cut off by a very hot black-haired guy. “Rhea, I can introduce myself. I’m Caleb White. 22. Grade A.” Damn, his voice is deep. Wait, Grade A… “So you’ve committed murder yeah?” I ask. “Yes and did I hear a little bit of excitement under your voice just now?”

Amelia’s hold also tightened around his back as if he would disappear, if she loosened the grip. The next day, Adrian went to meet a data broker there, a woman named Cecile known for handling dark information. Blackmail. Skeletons. Ghosts of reputations. Cecile lived in a penthouse above an art gallery, surrounded by minimalist chaos and the smell of old money. She smiled at them like a cat sizing up prey. “So, you want to find a ghost.” “We want to dig one up,” Adrian said. Cecile’s brows rose as she heard the name. “That name hasn’t come up in a long time.”

The children he grew up with together for ten years of his young life. “Are you sure you can’t trace whoever sent those people, Madame Ais?” Maru asked the system. “Negative, Maru. The leader of those humans should be a Level 10 Cultivator at minimum because the system scan could not detect its whereabouts.” Madame Ais replied. This was also the same answer Maru had to those two individuals who destroyed the place near the City of Antavale before. “The Scavenger’s Haven and now The Vestal Virgin Sect. They all died because of me.

Herbert asked. His question shocked everyone present. Hadrian suddenly realized something as he said, “That’s right. In the deep part of the palace, there’s a phantom beast that can create limitless illusions. So, whatever we saw and experienced may be illusions. If we break the illusions, we can leave.” Mia nodded and responded, “It’s possible.” Herbert then spoke up. “Since it’s an illusion, all attacks are useless. Let me give it a try.” Once again, he entered the passage. This time, he ignored the shadows’ attacks and let them attack him. Nonetheless, his entire body was covered in injuries almost immediately.