Ciel Phantomhive Figure Novels & Stories

Resting his head on the top of my own, we waited until Tenny seemed to find what he was looking for. "Ah, yes." He pointed to a page that was decorated in gold and silver - actual flakes of the elements if I wasn't mistaken. "This figure is the Prime." The figure was neither male or female by external markers. Haloed in colors from concentric circles of palest to darkest, the Prime stood on what looked to be a bed of snakes. Each snake was eating the tail of the snake closest to it. Each snake was a slightly different color as well. Dozens of lines ran from Prime to the snakes. From Prime's hands, body, face, feet. Everywhere. Prime looked vaguely like a voodoo doll.

A shape appeared at the far end of the canyon. At first it looked like smoke, twisting into coils the color of bone-dust and frost. Then it gained weight — a figure walking without footsteps, cloaked in pale, shimmering light. The edges of it frayed like torn silk. No face. No features. Only the contour of a crown etched into its brow — jagged points like broken ribs. The Crown’s avatar. Not alive. Not dead. Something in between. Something ancient. Something that recognized her. Cassian swore under his breath. “Stars… it’s uglier than I imagined.”

Bianca: It’s balance. Static hissed. The connection died. She crouched beside a broken statue, its marble face half-melted and brushed away the soot. Beneath it, someone had carved a mark into the stone: a phoenix sigil crossed with a single stroke through its heart. Her heart tightened. One of mine. A survivor. “Show yourself,” Bianca murmured. A figure emerged from the shadows a young man, no older than twenty, wearing a torn Red Council uniform. His eyes glimmered with terror and awe.

- Colby says, leaving and closing the door. Angel sighs. He was unwilling to get up and get dressed. Perhaps a clash of cultures was what would decide his destiny. He wears white jeans with several rips, a belt from which several chains come out, a white and extra tight T with a design of two boys in a very romantic position, and he wears his white sneakers and holds his hair in a disheveled bun and leaves several loose ends that fall to the side of his face. He put on his ring and chose a bracelet made of stones in the color of the rainbow. In his ears, he puts three diamonds, one in the right ear and two in the left. He puts on blue navy eyeliner, which makes his beautiful eyes look even p

The air grew thick with tension, and the temperature seemed to drop. From above, five giant figures descended with swift, silent grace. They were the Astral Pixies, formidable guardians of the Eldershard Crystal. Each one was significantly larger than the average pixie, their wings glimmering with an otherworldly light, their eyes glowing with intelligence and power. Their bodies were clad in shimmering armor, and each carried a weapon that seemed to hum with magical energy.

Smiling, I had to come back to reality. Nathan was already awake, he was getting ready to head out. I finally got to see him clearly. He was a handsome young man with striking silver hair that cascades in waves around his face. His piercing eyes, the color of storm clouds, hold a mysterious allure, framed by dark lashes. His chiseled jawline gives him an air of strength and determination, softened by a charming smile that lights up his face. His complexion is fair and flawless, accentuating his aristocratic features. He carries himself with confidence, his tall stature and lean build adding to his undeniable charm. He shared no resemblance with Morgana, apart from his silver colored hair.

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.

My body seemed to shimmer within the refection of the captivating cerulean blue orbs that made up his eyes, the pale flesh caught between his fingers stood out amongst his rough grip as fine diamond-like particles shimmered along the creases of my body. The wings fluttered clumsily behind me as Cian pulled me out of the expanding hole and gripped my thighs roughly before pulling me within his embrace, his arms were warm with his distinct scent of lavender and honey drifting through my weakened senses. My shimmering wings slowly unfolded and shook a fine powder on my body with the glistening particles appearing like diamonds along my ivory skin. The fine dust drifted along Cian’s skin causing

She didn't waiver as she reached my Luna, I followed behind trying to be as small as possible so maybe she wouldn't be as angry with me. "Luna Cathy of the dark woods pack I would like to make a request of you if I may. My name is Clarissa, I am from the Blue Moon pack and I know my pack will be joining you later this evening but I was speaking with Rouge here at school and I was wondering if it is okay if I help make her presentable for the meeting of my pack later? I wont be in your way and I have some clothes and makeup in my car that would work amazing on her and I'm sure my Alpha would love to hear you allowed me to help her since she is a potiental member of our pack." Clarissa spoke s

"I am Alpha Ezekiel, this is the Bloodhound pack. And you are a rouge in my house, surrounded by my warriors, and my pack of 1500 men. You're not the one with the power here, I am. So when I ask a question I except it answered. Now. Who. Are. You?" I clenched my jaw in frustration, he was right. I had no power. No choice. He could do anything to me right now. And I wouldn't have any help or any way to stop him. I nearly reached at the thought. I was fucked. Royally. With that in mind I responded to his question; "Cecil." "And where did you came from? Are there any more like you?" He fired the questions in quick succession. "The East Coast, I travel alone and have not come across another fema