Ciel Phantomhive Figure Novels & Stories

Giovanni reaffirmed. Cielo pulled the cover of the hoodie over her face as she unlocked the hidden door and stepped inside the institution. It was late at night and she was dressed in a big hoodie that covered her hair, a compact jeans trouser, and a black sneakers. She opened the door slowly and stepped in. The entire area was empty and dark, but bright enough for her to see her way through without the help of another lightning system.

Its ears had stood up straight, searching for the source of the sound, slowly breathing through its muzzle as its eyes searched round in the darkness and the woods for the one who made such sound It still had a Mark on its claws. The other had shifted back to his human form, and his pain had increased with his shifting process. He was weak beyond imagination. The Phantom was a powerful beast that night, and his strength had failed him when it came to fighting such a monstrosity. It searched until its eyes had caught the sight of something hidden within the trees. It intentionally reduced his breath, breathing slowly while it strained its eyes deeply into viewing what it had suspected to be t

“You pathetic fool! Someday you'll wake up from your little fantasy and learn just how good of a friend is. Now, bas! Enough of this. Give us that kite. Zeff must have been looking for it” Phelan stooped and picked up a mirror, held it tight between her palms. Crossing her arms in front of her chest, grinding her teeth against each other. Ozouf flinched. He began to take a step back, stopped. “Last chance, Phelan. Take your time to think of; us or your friends” Phelan's answer was to cock the arm that held the mirror. But she stood still, thought for a whip and moved a step back towards the edge of her bed.

the real voice of the Operator. "Subject 18 has returned to the facility. Initiate the Quality Control purge. Bring in the Originals." The hangar doors at the far end opened. Three figures stepped out. One was a man who looked exactly like Vane, but with wings made of actual, burning lead. One was a woman who looked like Elara, but with eyes of cold, liquid gold. And the third... was a version of Mia that looked like she had never been a child at all.

Grandmother Haze placed a reassuring hand on his arm, her eyes sparkling with understanding. Finally, Collins Haze, a young man with an athletic build, chiseled features, and piercing icy blue eyes, joined them at the table. His sharp jawline and striking tattoo of a phoenix rising from the ashes on his left hand drew attention. He wore a tailored black suit, crisp white shirt, and silver tie shaped like a miniature phoenix, his style impeccable.

On the thirty first day, when the human prepared to pray, Xenia descended and appeared at Mount Sinah. It was the happiest day of the human's life. Even as he was weak and cold, his eyes were as clear as crystal and he was able to see the deity. She had taken upon a humanoid form with violet hair, glowing purple eyes and incredibly pale skin. Under her eyes was a total of six black dots, three on each, which made her unique eyes stand out. She was wearing a loose tunic and leggings with silver chains around her ankle. A staff was embedded in her right hand and a whip around her waist.

I was about to tell him to stop but he was already on it. I grinned and he shook his head, amused. Immediately the car came to a stop, I hopped out and skipped in. I joined the queue of people with Lucian beside me. Soon, it was my turn and I ordered two cups of chocolate ice cream with sprinkles. All the while, the Cindy behind the counter had her eyes on Lucian. Not that I knew her name but she looked like one of those girls that bear Cindy with her heavy make up and a few buttons of her shirt opened for customers to take a peep. Though her hair was in a high ponytail, I was imagining her in piggytails.

A potted Hyacinth bloomed cheerily by the window sill. Sometimes, she wished for Liz's life and easy going, carefree attitude she knew she would never possess. Tonight, she just wanted to sleep. Wanted sleep that promised revitalization of her brain and meaningless dreams. Sighing deeply, she switched off the light, opposing the idea of leaving the window open. As she moved towards it, a shadow darted past, anxious not to be seen and dismissed as a trick of the dark. Frowning, she stood by the window and saw a figure moving stealthily away, blending with the shadows the street lights ignored

*Sight* being a child sucks but there is nothing else to do ill have to use my power on you Celea than looked him in the eyes and her eyes went from a very beautiful and rare green colour to pure gold "This Haus belongs to me, this Haus was never for sale, you will erase every trace of its existence" he than hypnotizingly said a short yes and left "Beautiful" that's all she could think of when she entered the villa it was clean and quiet just how she liked it "I´m broke.....Ill have to robe a bank tomorrow" she was thinking when.. *boom* "What the hell, who is bombing near my property?" she looked outside and saw a dragon, well it wasn't an uncommon sight this world was full of mystical cre

"T-This is for me?" Cyrus nodded. "I have plenty more like it. And even rarer items, next-generation collectibles. As long as you stick with me, figurines, body pillows, and game cartridges won't be a problem. You'll get whatever you want." Cyrus had chosen the perfect bait for the perfect fish. Other rewards might fail with Thorgan, but this struck straight at his soul. "AWOOOO!" Thorgan lunged forward and hugged the Anama Rei figure to his chest. "Cyrus, are you a fellow nerd too? Then… Then do you like Airi?"