Ciel Novels & Stories

“Death is what will set these people free. That is the only mercy you can afford them.” A loud boom sounded, shaking the very foundation of the house. The crystal chandelier above our heads trembled and shook. Azrael spun around and peered through the curtains once more, “It’s just a storm.” It was Ulrich that paused, “That ain’t no storm. That’s Cielo.” Cielo, God of the Sky, and father to Ozul. “No, that’s not possible.” Orion snorted, his fair hair glowing beneath the light of his flames. “Cielo sticks to his domain. He rarely ever leaves.”

For 18+ readers. (MATURE CONTENT) #1st in darklove #4th in darkromance #1st in pure "Good girl." He praised her and continued to massage her dainty feet with gentle hands. "Will you pull such naughty pranks on your loving husband again?" She shook her head, eyes fluttering down in shyness. She won't dare because she hates it whenever he ignores her and gives her a silent treatment. "I won't, husband." "Good, now it's time for another punishment." ???! "W-What punishment, husband?" He didn't say anything and just pulled her down before pinning her on the desk, half of her body leaned on the flat surface and her bottom perked out, looking inevitable to his eyes.

"Thank you, Aunt Cleo. This means a lot to me." The pendant Aunt Cleo gave Aqua was nothing short of mesmerizing. Crafted from sterling silver, the pendant was shaped like a delicate crescent moon, symbolizing the mysterious and potent nature of Aqua's powers. At the center of the crescent nestled a large, oval-cut gemstone that was uniquely clear, like a drop of captured morning dew. The clarity of the stone made it particularly special, as it reflected Aqua's emotional state, changing color with her mood. Intricate filigree work adorned the crescent moon, with tiny symbols and runes etched into the silver, each representing protection and strength. The craftsmanship was exquisite, making i

Marcus gave her a small, respectful nod, his gaze steady but unreadable. Beside Marcus was a woman with dark, flowing hair and striking green eyes, who regarded Lune with a quiet intensity. “This is Celia, my cousin,” Arlo continued. Celia offered a faint smile, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes, her expression measured and cool. Next, Arlo introduced a man who looked somewhat younger than the others, his bright blue eyes filled with curiosity. “And this is Rowan, another cousin of mine.” Rowan smiled warmly, the most welcoming expression Lune had seen so far. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Lune,” he said with genuine kindness.

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.

Fi nods and laughs, “Three… Two… One… GO!” Celine is halfway up the wall before it fully registers with him that she’s left the ground. She’s almost flying up the wall, she’s barely got a grip on one handhold before she’s letting it go to find the next. She uses her toes to grip as she goes. When she reaches the top, she calls out, “Stop!” Fi taps the stop button and holds the phone so Seb can see the time. “Time?” Fi grins,

But none of that mattered if he lost her. “I am trying to keep you alive,” he said finally, quieter this time. Aria looked away first. “I know.” That was the problem. She knew. And she was beginning to fear he might eventually have to choose between saving her or stopping her. The tunnel opened slightly ahead into a larger cavern where underground water flowed through jagged rocks in thin silver streams. Strange pale crystals lined the walls, casting enough dim light to reveal ancient symbols carved directly into the stone. Caleb stepped closer to one uneasily. “These markings look familiar.”

She had to think positive if she married she would no long have to endure the cruelty of her mother. Cassie sat at the dressing table brushing out her long black wavy hair. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her skin was pale a fine porcelain her eye were a piercing color of ember her features were delicate and refined with her high cheek bones and strong jawline. She stood five foot seven inches tall. She was tall for a woman of her time. She had a perfectly sculpted body that turned many heads when she went to town on the rare occasion with her mother. Marcella was a site of beauty standing only five feet two inches tall. Her skin was the same porcelain color her eyes black as night.

‘regards to him-‘ She read in her mind what he’d dared to say. “Mum-“ Zach interrupted her thinking. “What?” She responded at the clasp of her attention. “there’s a party tonight and i want to go. With a friend” He stammered weirdly, whilst his mum arched her brows at this development. They’d only been in Paris for three weeks and earlier today, she’d found him smiling at the walls, she knew it was a girl- -but she thought it was a girl from school, that the love capital of the world was in action, unbeknownst to her that it was one, they both couldn’t see- Irene. Katharina Stones, her real name.

Cecilia said to Matthew. Matthew jumped back a bit in shock. “Y-you’re her fiance?! And you’re a Noble?!” Cecilia was about to answer his question again until Phillip stopped her. “Allow me.” Phillip fixed his pose and introduced himself with a bow. “I am Phillip Crane, Lord of the Noble House of Crane and also Lady Cecilia’s fiance.” “O-oh, and I am Matthew Dragunov uhh Rookie rank Hunter of uhh something and also Cecilia’s friend.” Matthew introduced himself in the same way Phillip did, more or less.