Ciel Phantomhive Figure Novels & Stories

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

Around its feet was while telekinetic energy with a green and pink dragon construct rotating around the android body. “All things considered I think I’ll go with the name…. Ciph, “Excellent choice,” The designer said. “So pops, ready for a little father- son field trip?,” “You It’s time to embark on phase two of the plan,” The designer pressed a button on his wrist, freeing us from our chairs. “Why would he let us go?,” Adrian asked. “We need to keep our helpers occupied and you do gooders seem like the perfect playmates,” Ciph said.

Cian questions, finally sitting back down after he had abruptly stood, not wanting Stace to think for a moment that he is vulnerable. “Plenty of enjoyment, trust me,” he replies, that smile only growing. One moment Stace looks like a terrifying King with unspoken powers that are completely unmatched, and then the next moment, he looks like a spiteful man who wants nothing more to avenge his people. Cian doesn’t respond, a coolness settling over the room. Stace pulls a small object from his pocket, shaped like a crystal ball placed within a small frame. All of us eye is warily as he places it down on the table before us, the surface of the ball reflecting hues of pink, green and blue.

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**.

Blood spilled from her lips as she swayed. Pain ripped through my unhealed bones as I lunged toward her. “ZXLORTHON!” My scream transitioned into a howl as I shifted into Pheles, mid-run. The ground collapsed into a crater beneath me as Zxlorthon materialized and darted toward the sky. Pheles leapt from the crater, catching Xanthea on his back, securing her with his tails. Zxlorthon roared. A torrent of green lightning burst out of his mouth, ripping through shadow Icifer, forcing its massive jaws apart as darkness screeched.

a cool, chillingly familiar voice echoed from the shattered doorway. The shadows in the corner of the master suite detached themselves from the walls, twisting and thickening until they coalesced into a towering, humanoid silhouette wreathed in crackling blue lightning and void-black armor. A sharp, mocking smile cut across a scarred, pale face as the figure stepped forward, leaning heavily on a spear carved from pure, condensed starlight. It was High Commander Vane—the exiled tyrant of the Southern Abyssal Trench whom Caelum had cast into the void a decade ago.

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Then he handed his phone to Ciel, who accepted it with a frown again. "What's this?" "Proof," Maverick answered. The little Omega looked at the phone, and the moment his gaze went to the photo, his already widened eyes widened even more, as if his eyeballs were going to pop out. “Holy shit!” Ciel exclaimed, then glanced at Maverick for only a minute as he immediately looked at the picture again. “Is this real? Is this not edited? Is this what he really looked like right now?”

He looked at the entryway and saw the centaur enter the hollow with a pale child riding on his back. “Good morrow, Damien.” called the centaur. “Good morrow, Horatio, Azra.” replied Damien. “I see one of them has awakened.” Horatio nodded at Dorin who nodded back. “Good morrow.” Dorin greeted the two new comers. “How is my liege today?” asked the pale child. She was dressed all in white and wore a small golden crown on her head. Her hair, a mixture of strands and feathers, was tied in a high ponytail which trailed down to her back.

Ultimately, he fought Titan Ape and managed to defeat it using only his physical strength, compelling it to submit and agree to join. The other was a Phantom Cat, an exceedingly rare variant species. There might have been just a handful across the entire Asgard Plains, and it was likely the only one that had reached the apex overbeast realm. The Phantom Cat was small, with its entire body cloaked in black fur, including its dark eyes. It moved with complete silence, blending into the night. The Phantom Cat had a challenging growth journey before reaching the apex overbeast level. Its attack power was quite weak, making it a beast that specialized in nighttime assassination.