Ciel Phantomhive Figure Novels & Stories

"That old dog hired a guy called Phantom Eye to take me out." "Phantom Eye?" Tiana's brows furrowed as a flash of suspicion crossed her face. "You don't mean the Phantom Eye from Blumedale's martial underground, do you? That man ranks 35th on the Underworld Index and is a semi-martial king—he's on my level!" Andrew nodded. "Yeah, that's the one. But right now, he's half-dead."

Faced with the Martello Celio's hammering, he directly stretched out his phantasm, and the phantom of a large hand appeared in mid-air, wrapping itself fiercely around the hammer. "Yaa—" Jade let out a delicate cry as her body transformed in mid-air. The Martello Celio swung higher, and with her waist bent like a big bow, her entire body displayed incredible flexibility and explosive power. At that point, a dark golden pattern appeared on every side of Martello Celio, like some strange totem. Even Jade didn't notice that she had an identical totem at her brow. The Martello Celio's speed increased instantly. "That's...What is it?"

And survived. “Your dragon, little fox,” he rumbled as he stared down at me. “My name is Cyan.” Epic response. We wouldn’t even go into how ridiculously breathy my voice was. “As you wish, my princess,” he murmured, that infuriating smirk ticking his lips upward seconds before they crashed down on mine.

Chapter Seven Reine I stared at the phone after Jax hung up. This man had a lot of nerve. I had wanted to cuss him out, ask him who he thought he was exactly. However, it would have been a dumb question. I did not know him well enough, but I knew that he would have given me the obvious answer to that question. He was Jax Coleman, and anything he wanted, he got. It was exasperating because I knew he would be right too.

As the leader announces the beginning of the ritual I feel a barrier come up around the clearing, sealing us inside of it. Mellana approaches me with two chalices. One containing a dark red liquid, in a burgundy shade. And the other contrasting in white, but seemed to have a denser texture. She gives me the one with the red liquid. “First, you drink the potion to open your body.” The leader announces and I do as she says drinking the tasteless red liquid.

He immediately covered his trap back so that another beast can be able to fall inside. He left to get other powerful beasts that night and eventually got the nine strongest beasts that he wanted. The first one was the bull with rhino horns, the second was a half elephant half hippopotamus, the third was a half lion half grey falcon which is mainly known as a Griffin, the fourth was a half vampire bat half inland taipan, the fifth was a half panther half eagle, the sixth was a half monkey half scorpion, the seventh was an half blue ring octopus half fox, the eighth was a half grizzle bear half tiger, the ninth one was a half kangaroo half gorilla and the final one was a mixture of a cheetah,

Cultivators all over Midcity felt like the power of heaven and earth targeted them. A few minutes later, a phantom-liked person appeared in the sky. Numerous laws sparkled in radiance when the image of the phantom became solid and realistic. The phantom raised his hand and gave Adrain a big smack. Stevie's eyes enlarged. He looked shocked and scared. "A half-immortal!" Although the phantom was not a real half-immortal, it was a defensive jade plague forged by Adrian himself. Thus, it had the power of a half-immortal. Stevie was just a supreme paragon so undoubtedly, he was not the match of the phantom. There was not even a thought of fighting back in his head. His body burned, perished, turn

From the horizon, a gray smoke rose in a spiral. Filtigal sniffed the air—the smell was familiar. Blood... magic... and something that didn't belong to that plane. With a leap, he advanced, crossing the plain to the point of the explosion. When the dust began to dissipate, he halted, his eyes wide at the scene. An immense figure emerged from the glow: Cael, in his celestial form. His wings were vast, made of liquid light, each feather gleaming like glass and fire. His long, silver hair fell to the ground, shimmering like threads of pure energy. His skin radiated power, and the ground under his feet burned with golden lines.

"The years are long, and the people don't sigh!" "Everything is like a dreamy bubble, with life and death..." RUMBLE! An ancient and distant sigh suddenly appeared in the surrounding air. This voice seemed to resonate with heaven and earth, which shocked Zephyr Khan. Closely behind! A vague, illusory figure started to emerge from the blue soul crystal. This figure was at least four to five meters tall. He appeared very muscular, several times bigger than an ordinary human. The other party's skin was slightly yellow and dark, like a clay giant, but its eyes were very bright, shining like pearls and bright jade...

We reached the edge of the impact crater just as the pod’s silver hatches hissed open. A figure stepped out of the steam. I froze. The figure wasn't a mechanical sentry. It was wearing a suit of matte-black armor that seemed to absorb the light. The helmet was a featureless visor of violet glass. But it was the way the figure moved—a fluid, predatory grace—that made my breath catch. Halloway raised her rifle. "Identify yourself, 'Player.' Or I start subtracting health points." The figure touched the side of its helmet. With a hiss of depressurization, the visor retracted.