Ciel Phantomhive Figure Novels & Stories

Not long after, the black glow began momentarily swirling in the air before finally forming the silhouette of a phantom-like humanoid! Upon closer inspection, the phantom appeared to be a young man who had a hooked nose, and a pair of upward-slanting brows that laid above eyes that occasionally glinted evilly. Who would’ve imagined that this phantom-like humanoid—who had supposedly already existed for tens of thousands of years—would still retain the appearance of a young man!

Or all her earlier efforts would be wasted. Just as Felix placed Luna inside, he heard something and looked toward a large clown statue nearby. A foreign woman with purple hair emerged from behind it. Her face was beautiful enough for stardom, and she had an enviable figure. Yet Felix nearly bristled, his instincts putting him on high alert. Could this be an S-tier Malevolent Phantom?

Archie sighed in disappointment, “Several people inside Glitch have Black armor.” The black suit guy then added, “Sir! Today in the Dominion Riots Center, someone broke the Android’s Stronghold record and secured the first position on the leaderboards.” “So?” “A group of people somehow managed to recover the recording of the battle and also posted it on the official forums. Jack and others have confirmed that he is the same guy that hijacked the hunt. His name is Phantom.“ A malicious grin appeared on his face. “Gotchu!! fucker!” “Good! Tell them to keep following him. I am gonna gouge his eyeballs and feed them to dogs.”

The gender of the chibi figure was definitely female, seeing how her wardrobe consisted of a red cheongsam battle-style dress with bold gold accents and designs. "The name is Ruby, your Celestial Pixie! Your passionate feelings towards your friends have awoken me! Now, let us do battle, my master!" said the fiery-spirited, Celestial Pixie, Ruby, who left Maria’s mouth gaping, eyes speechlessly fixated onto the floating pixie and thought to herself, 'This day just got a whole lot weirder.'

But in the center of the wasteland, standing exactly three hundred yards from the western pylon, was a figure that didn't belong to the apocalypse. She wore a crimson silk coat—the exact shade of the one I had bought in New York to prove I was no longer an Omega. Her chestnut hair fell in perfect, glossy waves, untouched by the acid rain. She stood with a liquid, predatory grace, her face a flawless replica of the woman I had been before the river, before the stone, before the war. The Phantom. She didn't raise a rifle. She didn't summon a god. She simply stood in the toxic mud and looked up at the dome. Her eyes weren't gold or sapphire; they were the clear, unburdened hazel of a girl who h

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.

A crown of soft holographic rays circled his head. “Are you ready?” a voice said in his earpiece. Tunde swallowed. “No.” “Good,” came the reply. “Only the ready ones sound dead.” The lights dimmed. The crowd hushed. And he began to sing. --- Citadel Border, Scan Zone The hauler slowed. Abigail tensed, peering through the vent. Checkpoint. Guards in black Citadel armor circled the hauler. One held a glowing scanner that swept the sides of the vehicle.

Black as midnight. A phantom.

"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

In this space, without the physical constraints of the High Council’s iron collar, my true form wasn't suppressed. The Beast’s snarl faltered, dying in its throat as the storm clouds above it violently parted. I projected my soul into his sky. I was no longer the fragile, soot-caked Fringe rat. I manifested as the Phantom Dragon Architect—a colossal, awe-inspiring entity of shimmering, translucent gold and obsidian scales. My wingspan blanketed his entire mental horizon. Even here, massive spectral chains of green High Council magic bound my form, but my presence was undeniable.