Ciel Phantomhive Manor Novels & Stories

[The Ghost in the Grid] The lower wing of the St. Claire estate was not a dungeon of damp stone and rusted iron; it was a masterpiece of clinical isolation. The walls were a seamless, eggshell white, and the lighting followed a circadian rhythm programmed to maximize Ivy’s hormonal stability. There were no bars, only invisible barriers—pressure sensors in the floorboards and thermal cameras that mapped her every inhalation.

Chapter 10: The Phantom Crown The Royal Council Chamber of the Citadel did not look like a room meant for governance; it looked like an execution square. The walls were built from rough-hewn basalt that swallowed the light of the torches flickering in their brackets. High above, a massive glass dome exposed the churning gray storm clouds of the northern peaks. At the center of the room sat a horseshoe table of polished ironwood, where seven elders of the high Lycan houses sat draped in heavy furs and silver medallions.

And the silence felt so uncomfortable, then Adrain finally turned around, “Come inside.” ** The mansion was so beautiful, a crystal light hung from the ceiling, and the floor shone like a mirror. Everything looked so expensive, but the house was feeling empty, so empty, there were no workers, no maid, just Adrain. “This place is beautiful,” Clara said. “It is.” “Do you live here?” “Sometimes.” Clara laughed. “And what does that mean?” Adrain kept staring at her then he smiled. “A man like me owns many things.”

Chapter 30: Meet the Family Cleo’s POV Kyle had not been exaggerating when he said his parents were putting him up in a nice place while his condo was being renovated. The Manzano family home was absolutely huge. Nestled high on a steep, winding hill overlooking the sparkling expanse of Galencia Bay, it was a large, breathtakingly beautiful grey stucco villa. The sprawling property was surrounded by a gorgeously landscaped, multi-tiered garden, perfectly framed with mature apple and pear trees whose leaves were just beginning to turn crisp, autumnal shades of gold and red.

The possessive way he fucked me like he both hated and needed me. I forced a grin. “You’re crazy, man. You watch too many movies.” He stepped aside but whispered as I passed, “Run while you still can. He’ll ruin you.” Later that day, I overheard two employees gossiping near the cafeteria. “Did you hear about The Ghost? Some billionaire who shows up masked at underground parties. Pays good money, fucks like a demon, then vanishes. Nobody ever sees his face.” I laughed it off again. But deep inside of me, i was worried for myself.

"I am Alpha Ezekiel, this is the Bloodhound pack. And you are a rouge in my house, surrounded by my warriors, and my pack of 1500 men. You're not the one with the power here, I am. So when I ask a question I except it answered. Now. Who. Are. You?" I clenched my jaw in frustration, he was right. I had no power. No choice. He could do anything to me right now. And I wouldn't have any help or any way to stop him. I nearly reached at the thought. I was fucked. Royally. With that in mind I responded to his question; "Cecil." "And where did you came from? Are there any more like you?" He fired the questions in quick succession. "The East Coast, I travel alone and have not come across another fema

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

"Very well, I grant you a residence in Ciawales City. Your reward will be the Sixth Courtyard." "What?" "The Sixth Courtyard? Isn’t that where a celestial being once lived? It’s said to still carry some of the aura of immortals, and it’s been preserved all these years." "King Basil must be feeling really generous to give it to him." A murmur of surprise spread among the courtiers. They hadn’t expected Basil to offer Adrian the Sixth Courtyard. That place had once been inhabited by a celestial being during the founding days of Ciawales. It was said that the celestial being had arrived on a sword and befriended the ancestral founders of Ciawales, leaving behind a residence with a lingering aur

I can’t believe I didn’t catch hypothermia earlier. The main gates are closed, but the drake’s carcass is gone. I circle SerpahFall’s outer wall, looking for my host. I tip my head up to take in the looming building. To think a day earlier, I thought Mrs. Gaines’ house was huge. After walking around in the dark for a bit, I reach the far side of the Manor’s wall. From across the courtyard, I see light. “Zen?” I peer inside A horse throws up its head and snorts. I stare at it in surprise.

The journey to her cottage took them along winding roads flanked by towering trees, their branches reaching out like ancient sentinels guarding the secrets of the wilderness. From the confines of his car, Damon observed Aqua's quaint abode—a small cottage nestled at the edge of town. The cottage stood as a solitary figure amidst a lush landscape, surrounded by a canopy of ancient trees that seemed to whisper secrets in the wind. Its timeworn exterior, adorned with ivy and climbing roses, exuded a rustic charm that spoke of simpler times.