Ciel Phantomhive Manor Novels & Stories

There was no security outside and no one around that I could see. He drove around a gurgling fountain and parked, and came around to open my door. “This feels ominous.” I said again, looking around. The property we were on looked straight out of a dream. Inside looked nothing like what you'd think from the large gate. It was painted completely white, with pastel pink trimmed windows. “What is this place?” “Ciel d’Or. It's a perfume brand. They're very exclusive, hence the walls.” Caspian led us to the door. Again, this was opened before we even reached it and a man stepped out.

“Tell me about it. Please, let me know if that thing can hear his voice from outside.” I walked out the backdoor and headed to the end of the garden on the guesthouse side, so the Collins wouldn’t see me. Only when I reached the trail to the Quabbin I dialed the infamous Haunter. “Finally!” was his greeting, such a charmer. “Why did you hang up on me?” “Sorry, but we started hearing loud thuds from the basement and—” “We?” He cut me off, the rude thing. “Didn’t you say you’re living alone at the Manor?”

“You can open them now.” She obeyed, lifting her eyelids to reveal a large, imposing building with glass doors and modern architecture. A soft golden glow spilled from within, illuminating the sleek exterior. Violet blinked, unsure if she was dreaming. “What… is this?” she murmured, her voice trembling. Ethan smiled, his hand brushing hers. “It’s yours.” “Mine?” she echoed, stepping closer to the entrance, her eyes wide. He nodded, opening the door for her. “Happy graduation, my love. Your very own art gallery.”

Hence she inhaled deeply and nodded while keeping all those disturbing questions and theories to herself. Danielle cast an eerie look at the castle where she could see the huge windows lightened up with the golden lights and the black flags which had been fluttering due to the wind. The castle was not somewhere any commoner could intrude whenever he or she wished to. It was the home of alpha Cyrus Rhaziel who was notoriously known for choking people to the death with his bare hands.

According to the entry I had read from our library, the Laveau was one of the highest henchmen of the Phantom Pack before the War of the Triad along with the Voss, a family of vampires. I stepped up on the porch of the house and stared at the red double door ahead of me. This time, I was able to knock twice without being dragged in. After a few seconds, the door opened and it revealed a middle-aged man who was wearing a black butler suit. He had brushed-up dark hair and defined jaw, bright blue eyes, and a dark complexion. He looked like one of those strict staff of a mansion who has an ability to see even a tiny speck of dust. "The priestess is expecting you. Follow me," he said with his de

With a sigh, I pulled myself off the ground and glanced at Celia, she was now putting on a robe and walking towards me. "Well, are you coming?" She asked. She was going to be the first bitch I killed once I was finally ready and I had enough amo. Without saying a word, I followed the blonde man. He led me into an underground palace that looked nothing short of absolutely magnificent and cozy. There was a lamp in every corner and it happened to be cool. How the hell was this place even built? We walked through a long hallway before getting to a huge double door. The blonde man opened the door and I walked through it.

"It's the truth." "Alright, alright." Amelia nodded. "We should get in the car and head to the Azure Citadel Sect." Her tone made the temperature around Mount Wraith seem to drop a few degrees. Meanwhile, in a secluded residence hidden from the world. The late spring breeze carried a hint of laziness as it swept through the courtyard with blue tiles and white walls, stirring a few yellowed leaves at the steps, which gently landed beside the ebony rocking chair placed under the grape arbor. An old man reclined on the rocking chair; he was none other than Mystic Vale, who had returned from overseas.

I look into the window and muttered, “The man has some similarity with Cat. Did you see his face?” “Yeah, the facial feature was too similar, but it could be a coincidence, so let’s not make any assumption for now.” Zephyr warned me and he drove in silence for a while. After we have arrived at the hideout, I took Cattleya into her bedroom, while Zephyr took the mysterious man into the dungeon. We do have a dungeon, although probably not in the medieval style, like some human thought about mystic blood lifestyle. The dungeon is for the lab and also to keeping people that were probably our enemy or intruder.

*Maison du Ciel* did not have a bell on the door. It didn't need one. If you had to open the door yourself, you couldn't afford to be there. The boutique on Aethelgard’s Platinum Mile was silent, smelling of white tea and money. The glass shelves were sparse, displaying only one item per rack, treating handbags like holy relics. Cyprian Hale sat on a velvet tufted sofa in the center of the showroom. He held a flute of champagne he hadn't touched, his legs sprawled with the careless arrogance of a man who had bought out the entire store for the afternoon.

Cecile also appeared out of nowhere. “Hi… Miss Cecile.” She modestly curtsied to me and when she gazed up, I was met with the eyes that looked like Sean’s. “It would be better for us to go around the whole mansion if you’re already feeling well,” she said. I liked that idea so I just nodded. The double doors at the end of the first hallway were opened by two bulky guards. We entered a huge room that looked like a library. I was not mistaken. “This is the thirteenth largest library owned by Herald.”