Adult Ciel Phantomhive Novels & Stories

She replied almost immediately. “Cut that crap. We both know your name isn't Mia. I need your real name.” Angelo stated, his face going red with built-up frustration “Well, that is a top-tier secret that I wouldn't wanna uncover, but since we're working together, you can call me Cie.” Cielo's tone was calm and her face gave away no emotions. “Cie, as in C, the alphabet?” he asked, staring at her suspiciously. “Ya. That is a big clue to my name,” she replied.

"A ghost doesn't leave digital footprints in a high-security relay, Chalida. Ghosts don't have secondary signatures." Pim tapped the screen with trembling fingers, her eyes darting between the fluctuating lines of the code. "This user is actively scrubbing our location, yet they’re leaving breadcrumbs. Why?"

Gwen hopped off his back and was expecting me to answer his question too while the two of the warriors watched us in a distance. "Amelia, the current Alpha of the Phantom is creating an army of two species combined using the power of ancient witchcraft. I bet those missing people must have turned already into those wretched fiends. But don't worry about Ethan Haynes, he's alive and currently under our care. He's lucky we ran into him and we had managed to save him from that abomination." Cayde and Gwen looked pleased with the news I uttered to them but I knew that questions were already piling up in their mind so I beat them into it as I spoke again, "Is it a coincidence that you're both clo

he offered, his voice deep and laden with an allure that sent shivers down my spine. I glanced at his identification; it labeled him as AI-Jack. I turned away from him, stepping out of the bar into the vibrant light of morning. Outside, the world was alive with activity—a road lined with an array of cafes, shopping centers, gardens, and parks. People, or rather, simulations of people, went about their daily routines. A screen materialized before me, offering a tantalizing choice: "You can choose any male and female from this whole place to interact and have sex, all Artificial Intelligence with diverse personalities and appearances. Please enjoy your free trial for 1 day with one AI of your

“Azim Shah? He thought he was the mastermind.” He leaned in, his voice dropping. “But he was just a pawn.” Ayesha’s chest tightened. If Azim wasn’t the true creator… Then who was? Kade exhaled. “Phantom was the original project. Revenant was a failure—a weaker, tamer version.” Ayesha’s jaw clenched. “You’re saying there’s another AI?” Kade smiled. “No. I’m saying Phantom was never an AI.” Priya’s voice caught. “Then… what is it?”

The drop of black ink on my palm didn't behave like liquid. It didn't smear; it expanded, forming a perfect, flat rectangle of darkness that mimicked the shape of a smartphone screen. As I stared into it, the image of the "Real" Kaima—the one with the serial number **[ASSET-01-PRIME]**—blinked. Her eyes were bloodshot, and she was surrounded by a thick, viscous fluid. She wasn't in a park. She was in a **Vat**.

People flooded into the underground arena, quickly filling every available seat until it was packed. According to Eason, the club explained the Malevolent Phantoms as genetically engineered experiments from foreign labs, creatures capable of regenerating their limbs. The public was more likely to accept a scientific explanation, especially since humanity was already exploring deep space and rapidly advancing artificial intelligence. At the entrance, the headquarters' agents carefully checked every spectator using Soul Manifestation, ensuring no Malevolent Phantom slipped inside unnoticed. But Felix knew better. If those A-tier Malevolent Phantoms had decided to attack, they would definitely

The phantom was lost. ‘Project Chimera,’ a dragon of data and deceit, now nested in the digital undergrowth of Macau, waiting for the predator to sniff it out. The work was done. The scripts were written, the servers primed, the lies polished to a high, believable gloss. All that remained was the execution, and the wait.

“Then be prepared to defend them.” The facility trembled again, stronger this time. A distant sound followed—not a growl, not a roar, but something like breath moving through stone. Damien’s hand hovered near mine, uncertain. “Is it getting closer?” “Yes,” Phoenix said. “And it is aware of conflict.” “Great,” Damien muttered. “Even the ancient horror hates tension.” I surprised myself by laughing softly. Damien looked at me, startled. “You okay?” “I think so,” I said. “For the first time in a while.”

Englewood fellow. My next source is a much more pleasant visit. He’s a higher-class citizen of the Underworld, obviously still a criminal because everyone here is unless they’re slaves. He always dresses quite dapperly with a suit or some nice button-up dress shirt with khaki pants. Nothing as fancy as the highborns up top with all their lacy shit, but nicer than most citizens down here. Despite my reputation, he always chooses to do our business at his house. It’s a really nice place compared to many of the broken-down, shabby neighborhoods built on ledges of hardened soil that are beginning to topple over. I don’t like drawing attention, so I live in one of those shabbier neighborhoods in