Ciel Phantomhive Manor Novels & Stories

“Alaric, it’s past midnight.” “I’m aware. That’s when doctors and broken-hearted men drink,” Alaric replied. “Which one are you tonight?” “I might be both.” “Even better. Join me. I had a bottle of that aged noir from the southern cellars opened. I’ll be at the manor. Come breathe before you lose yourself in whatever storm is brewing inside that head.” Caveen hesitated only a moment before nodding. “On my way.” — Vaelthorne Manor stood proud and elegant on a mist-wreathed hill, its stained-glass windows glowing like jewels under moonlight. The estate bore the mark of the Vellaria lineage—ancient, noble, and steeped in both human and hidden supernatural bloodlines.

would probably be those who abandoned Heloise here three years ago, right? …… Phoenixfell city, Capital of the PHOENIXFELL Empire. Large tracts of hyacinths climbed up high walls, surrounding a retro Baroque-style building. This is Hyacinth Garden. The sunlight sprinkled the courtyard, and the flower branches fluttered in the wind, making it a feast for the eyes. Heloise sat huddled on the woven vine swing on the second-floor balcony, biting her nails. When the swing reached a higher place, she could see hyacinths all over the courtyard.

I just hold up my phone and show him the single-time-use access code that Clyde sent last night, sealed by a black crest: a mountain peak under a silver moon. The guard’s face goes pale. He scans it with his own device, and it chimes as the gate unlocks. He steps back, his eyes full of fear. “Clear passage. Safe travels… Luna Coralina.” The gates swing open. The manor is ten minutes outside the border, nestled in the dark pines that belong to no pack, a neutral zone. It is elegant and formidable, built of dark stone. Above the monumental doors hangs the Nightfall Crest: a mountain peak under a sliver of moon.

When the Hale mansion came into view, Sienna’s breath caught. It wasn’t a house. It was a fortress. Three stories of dark stone and glass, sprawling across manicured lawns that rolled down to a private lake. Floodlights illuminated marble columns, a fountain the size of a small pool, and security cameras everywhere. The driver pulled under a covered portico. Caspian waited at the top of the steps—arms crossed, expression unreadable. Sienna stepped out, clutching her bag like armor. He descended two steps, eyes scanning her face. “You look pale.”

"Listen, you better be on your best behavior today. I don't know what triggered His Highness last night, but his mood this morning is... terrifying. Nobody dares to go near him." I took a deep breath, pushing down my reluctance. Two hours later, our helicopter landed at an isolated, Victorian Gothic manor. Cassian strode ahead in a long black trench coat. He hadn't even glanced at me since our weird conversation last night. I trailed at the back of the entourage into the manor's dim underground showroom. Several tarnished pieces of colonial silver sat on tall display stands. I had just slipped on my white gloves and leaned in for a closer look.

*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

“If you could, would you go back to The Hive?” “Yes, only to find one person. There has only been one person in this world who gave me a run for my money. It’s not as important to me anymore, but for a long time all I wanted to do is find the person.” Pausing he rubbed a hand against his jaw. “They call him Phantom.” A laugh left his mouth without any humor, “And people call me Ghost. The irony with the names is not lost on me.” I took a long sip of wine. Not sure how to respond. “It does seem quite clever.”

Quincy's eyes suddenly widened before she reused her smiles to cover her shock. "Hi Abigail, nice to meet you." "Same as you." The trio darted out of the Manor and left for Dark Igor. The Dark Igor was a particular space where few houses with humans reside. Some humans who did not know that Vampires, Demons and witches do exist. Dark Igor was mainly exposed to peoples only culture and traditions. They prefer northern delicacies to the one's coming directly from abroad. And Ezekiel had built one of his Manor in Dark Igor because there was a catacomb connecting Dark Igor to Dark forest. The catacombs was restructured and in a way, his Manor got connected and fixed to it in a way that even thou

Alexander watching us—not just as test subjects, but as something closer to chess pieces—made my stomach twist. “Which means,” Phoenix continued, “he’ll be waiting for us above.” Damien groaned. “Fantastic.” We pushed through a steel door that led to the last staircase before the main exit. The air grew warmer as we climbed, less metallic, carrying traces of pine trees and the faintest whisper of wind. When Phoenix shoved open the hatch, we stepped back into the world—into sunlight streaking through clouds, into cold air that tasted clean after hours of recycled ventilation. The facility entrance looked almost peaceful, hidden beneath layers of earth and stone, the forest surrounding it sway

A warning light blinked as it passed, and the trio waited silently until it was gone. Only then did Abigail speak.“Every time I see one of those things, I wonder what it’d take to bring one down.” “One dream too many, maybe.” Tunde said, he looked up, past the quarry’s ridge.There it was again, the Citadel. White and gold, suspended like a god’s mirage behind the shimmer of protective fields. Its smooth towers glowed even through the smog. Somewhere in there, music played through perfect speakers, food was hot every night, and sickness… was curable.