Ciel Phantomhive Manor Novels & Stories

And so Ciel turned back to where he came from and started running in the hallway. Unlike when he was fleeing away from the woman, Ciel was able to take a look at everything he was passing through. It was also then that he realized just how massive the mansion of the Delos Martinez's is. Ciel knew the mansion would be huge. After all, it cannot be called a mansion if it isn't huge. But even so, Ciel still couldn't help but be shocked at how massive it is with so many different doors leading to so many different rooms. He even started wondering how he was able to wander around without getting lost.

The air was thick with the scent of damp stone and old magic. Deep beneath the grand halls of the palace, where forgotten whispers clung to the walls like specters, Princess Elara stood before the entrance to the Forbidden Vaults. The eerie glow of enchanted torches flickered, casting long shadows that seemed to stretch toward her like clawed hands. At her side, Vesper Moretti, the Phantom Heir, exuded a quiet intensity, his calculating gaze fixed on the ancient doors. His presence was like a dark promise—unshakable, unreadable, and entirely lethal.

Bigfoot, Loch Ness monster; were they all wondering around these halls, just waiting to snap her up for a midnight snack? “Many," he said with a careless shrug. "I'm not sure of the exact number, but the Coven is the court for our world. There are hundreds here at any time.” “Of course," she mumbled bitterly. It only made sense for her to land in the Grand Central Station of the immortal world. Fabulous. "Paoli is a vampire, I'm apparently half-demon, and you claim you're 'complicated'," she counted them off. She put finger quotes around the word 'complicated'; a testament to how infuriated she felt since she never air quoted.

If he can give me a hickey, it's not a big deal to hold his hand. I slip my hand in his. He presses his thumb on the back of my fingers and tugs me up. When I step out of the room. I freeze. This place is heaven. White Mansion! White marble shines like glass so that I can see my face in it. I tighten my fingers around his calloused fingers. I glance at the roof, there is a huge chandelier hanging against the roof. They are shining bright with a slight ray of sun.

Angelo asked, noticing his lingering gaze on the map. Patience, brother. Just a little more patience.” he replied. “Sir, Mia is in the Cherisi mansion.” The man sent to spy on Cielo reported to their boss and he walked in to meet the man drinking. “Is that so?” he questioned, raising his head to stare at him.

"Don't you have work to do than explore the place? You are not a guest here, Celina. Just a maid and better act like one!" "I could say the same for you" Celina huffed and stormed out the kitchen. *** Celina has never seen a castle in her lifetime, but she didn't imagine one could be more nuanced than the Dark Palace. The manor sat proudly atop a green hill, gothic in style, spires and turrets pointing towards the sky. With the slowly rising sun shining off the hills, the place glistened, sparkling in the light. It's impossible not to feel small looking up at Castle from near the cave, but she didn't come here to gawk. Remembering the task at hand, the maid followed the path away from the ba

Zephyr Khan frowned slightly and looked in the direction pointed by Lie Sha. It didn't matter if he didn't! Zephyr Khan was also shocked. He saw it! A rainbow bridge had suddenly condensed into form 500km above the sky, and it filled the entire sky. At the end of the rainbow bridge was an extremely enormous phantom of the palace in the universe, and it emanated an ancient and aged aura. This Immortal Palace Hall appeared to be extraordinary. It did not seem to be an ordinary place.

"There's no time to cry, Carly. Go to Mist Valley. You have to go there. That's where the most effective cure, the Moonlight Flower, grows. I planted it when I was 18. It's the only hope left." We hit the road again. This time, I gripped the wheel and drove through the downpour. The broken werewolf ghost sat in the passenger seat, using his only remaining right hand to guide me. "Turn left… There's a pit ahead… Carly, hang in there." 18-year-old Ronan's voice grew weaker and weaker, fading like he might vanish any second.

Cecilia's POV The deep burgundy wine swirled lazily in the crystal glass, its rich, enticing aroma hanging in the air. I stretched out on the velvet couch, my gaze drifting to the perfectly trimmed rose garden outside the window of the Bloodmoon Pack Manor. The sudden vibration of my phone broke the serene afternoon as the screen lit up on the polished redwood coffee table. Setting the glass down, I picked up the phone. A single message appeared: "The trap is sprung."

Le Ciel Blanc restaurant occupies the top floor of a skyscraper shaped like a blooming lotus. This place is a halfway house for Metropolis' billionaires, where just a glass of drinking water costs ten thousand dollars. Tonight, there are no other guests. Tristan Sterling has rented out an entire floor to show off his monetary power, solely to impress the Queen of the Vanguard. The golden hydraulic elevator door opened silently.