Ciel Phantomhive Manor Novels & Stories

"I hear the student mess hall is serving Mystery Meat today. Try not to choke on your envy. It's a very unappealing look for a noble." We swept out of the room. Aurel led the way like a dark celestial prince. Me, Zephina, Dahlia, and their bewildered mentors followed behind. The iron doors swung shut. Just before they closed, I heard Ivy slam her notebook onto her desk. A shrill frustrated scream cut short by the clang of metal against stone. --- The Ivory Pavilion sat atop the eastern spire, accessible only by a private lift enchanted with blood-verification runes. The doors opened onto a space that made my breath catch.

Chapter 7: The Iron Fortress The Vane Estate didn’t look like a home; it looked like a cathedral carved out of the mountain itself. Huge spans of dark slate and reinforced glass clung to the cliffside, illuminated by soft blue floodlights that cut through the mountain mist. As the SUV approached the massive iron gates, Maya saw the shimmer of a high-tech security grid—and something else. A faint, silver hum in the air that made the hair on her arms stand up. "Wards," Cillian muttered, his voice sounding slightly clearer as they crossed the threshold. "The Silver Moonstone might be gone, but the foundations of this place were laid with the blood of my ancestors. It blunts the transformation.

***Fiona His driver walked around and opened the door for us. Greyson reached over and roughly took my hand, almost dragging me out. Vomit sat high in my chest. His proximity alone made me nauseous. I glanced up – Carter Mansion, the largest home sitting at the peak of The Hills. It was like a castle placed on top of a castle, with furnished rooms stretching in every direction. Immaculate stone carved siding lead to valley peaked roofs, showcasing gorgeous marble pillars at the entrance. Large, rounded windows scaled from floor to ceiling.

"Find out where those containers were going. Trace everyone who touched that manifest. If Beatrice or Serene are playing proxy games, I want proof before sunrise." The call ended. The city lights glinted cold beyond the glass. The war had begun. The Winter Room — Private Estate, Dovemount The manor was hidden high in the cliffs, its cedar-paneled halls lined with centuries-old murals. A fire snapped softly in the stone hearth, and the air smelled of pine resin and dust from old books.

Finally, The thought was a dry taste on my tongue. The mansion, a hulking shadow against the artificial constellations of Veritas Heights, loomed. The Citadel, they called this ancient enclave. Compounds, not houses. A gilded cage, crafted for the Graysons, for families like mine. I killed the engine, the sudden silence deafening. A sigh hitched in my throat, but I swallowed it down. No time for weakness. Another night, another victory. Another night, another ghost house

Phia yells as she ushers us out the front door and towards the white cars. When we pull up outside the manor a few moments later, I stare out the window in awe. I saw the pictures online, but they do not do this place justice whatsoever. It’s a huge white manor with four wide pillars and pink flowers around the walls. A small fountain with a sculpture of a lady sits in the middle, and there’s a large set of grand stairs that go up to the building with golden features. I pop the car door open as we halt to a stop. My head turns to find Maxwell waiting at the bottom of the stairs. I attempt to walk properly in these black heels on the pebbled floor, but my feet haven’t forgiven me yet from Ava

He must be one of their ancestors though but he looks almost exactly like Xeno, which gave me a familiar feeling like I have known him before… “Sapphire,” Phillius called to me when I stopped again to stare at the portrait and when I looked at him I saw his eyebrows both are in deep furrows like he is getting more upset every time I get so curious to look at the things inside. It’s like he hates this place but he’s forced to go in here because of that someone he’s hiding under this old mansion. With haste, I walked past him and he opened a secret door. When I lean to look inside, there is a narrow staircase all the way down to somewhere else. The lights hanging on the ceiling lit and I found

Perceiving his intention, she glared at him and turned her gaze away. Xavier, however, chuckled. He recalled the sensation he had just experienced and thought that it was indeed not bad. He was suddenly a little flustered, not knowing why he had suddenly acted that way to her. After a pause, he did not stay any longer and turned around to leave. She looked at his back and fell into deep thought. ... At Stardust Mansion, a black Cullinan slowly drove in through the gate. This villa built on the shoulder of the mountain was at the border of the two cities.

“As long as it doesn’t interfere with your duties, I don’t care what you do.” He could still feel her eyes on the side of his face, lingering for a moment longer before she turned away, and he let out a silent breath. The rest of the drive passed in that same thick silence Soon, the city gave way to the towering gates of the Ashford mansion. Cain pulled the Phantom to a stop before the grand entrance of the manor and killed the engine. The only sound was the patter of rain on the roof. "We’re here," he said. Cain stepped out of the car, but Nora remained inside, her eyes tracing the stone pillars of the manor up to the roofline.

"We don't leave him behind, Esmeray. Not after what happened at the shipyard. The Phantoms move as a pack. We take the whole damn club. We’re going to open that vault, and we’re going to bury the Board’s ghosts once and for all." The ride to the Thorne manor was a somber procession. The cliffs were a jagged, beautiful nightmare, the waves of the Pacific crashing against the rocks five hundred feet below. The house was a ruin, a skeleton of stone and rotted timber that looked like it was being reclaimed by the salt and the ivy.