Ciel Phantomhive Novels & Stories

she murmured, then gagged and spat a mouthful of water in his direction. He recoiled in disgust, his guard slipping slightly. Just then, his phone rang. He glanced at the screen, stepped outside, and locked the cabin door behind him. Caitlin pressed her ear to the gap, straining to listen. “I’ve got Caitlin,” Phantom’s voice was low. “Heading back toward the city now.” On the other end, Raze—the boss of Black Wolf Fortress—sounded pleased. “Good. Keep her under lock and key. Don’t let her escape. With Caitlin in our hands, Sebastian won’t be far behind.”

“Ghosts don’t walk into a Luna’s office with clean paperwork and an investor’s charm unless they have someone pulling their strings. And this man is playing one dangerous game that I don’t like. Valerie is already walking on threads, and Maxine is being pushed off a few things in the company. I heard it all from Rosalyn, but nothing makes sense as to where that bastard came from.” Hunter’s mouth twitched, a reluctant agreement. “That’s what worries me. I’ve had men cross-checking every D’Amaris in the northern registry, nothing. Not even a rogue clan by that name. Whoever he is, he’s hiding behind a fabricated identity. And this makes him even more dangerous. If Valerie couldn’t catch his sc

“And your job is…?” “My job,” Elara said, a smirk playing on her lips as her fingers danced across a keyboard Jack couldn’t see, “is to make ghosts talk and make walls disappear.” A new window popped up on the main screen. It was a live satellite feed, rapidly zooming in on a gritty, industrial section of the city. It centered on a nondescript brick building with a faded sign depicting a howling wolf. “For example, our primary target: The Moon’s Howl. Owned by a shell corporation, which is owned by another, which funnels its profits to an offshore account registered to one… Kael.”

"Mrs. Pierce, the food is wonderful. But I think my presence is the only thing spoiling the appetite here." "So you're leaving to make my son feel like a villain?" Cecilia asked. "No," I replied firmly. "I’m leaving because Noah is a dear friend who invited a lonely woman to dinner out of pity. I shouldn't have overstayed that kindness. I don't want his reputation tarnished by my history." I gave a tight, apologetic nod and hurried out before the front door could be kicked in. "Ivy!" Noah chased me onto the gravel drive. In the moonlight, Cole’s three-million-dollar obsidian coupe sat idling like a predator. Cole stepped out, leaning against the door, his aura so heavy it made the air hum.

They were looking at the dome with yellowed, silver-burned eyes, their instincts telling them that the sanctuary was a lie. Outside, the Phantom stopped sobbing. She looked directly into the nearest security camera, her silver-gray eyes void of all humanity. She raised a hand, her fingers pointing toward the western pylon—the exact spot where the dome’s frequency was weakest. "The anchor is cracked," the Phantom whispered, her voice carrying the subsonic growl of the High Council. "Now... open the door for the remainder." A massive, rhythmic thumping hit the dome. Not the rain. Not the drills.

"They think we’re the end of the world." "We are, for some of them," Jade replied, her silver eyes burning. "The Hive Mind inside us... it wants to connect. It wants to override. We have to fight it, Caspian. Or we become what Julian wanted us to be." The Ghost in the Network Suddenly, every screen on every ship, every drone, and every fighter jet flickered. A single image appeared: Caspian-Prime. He was sitting in a high-backed chair, a cruel smile on his face, a holographic projection of the collapsing Abyssal Vault behind him.

"A man like Silas would never fully trust the Council.” “He must be storing transaction records or proof to use as insurance in case the Council ever tries to cast him aside." "You’re right," Mavric replied, his voice low and steady. "Thieves always fear being stolen from. Silas has a hidden server disguised as a shell company account in the Cayman Islands.” It’s called 'White Phoenix Holdings.' “I’ve been trying to breach it for months, but the system uses ancient encryption that’s actually harder to trace with modern AI." Liora smiled bitterly.

The volcanic ridge overlooking the Blackwood Cyber-Hub looked like a jagged tooth cutting into the stormy night sky. Rain lashed against Ava’s tactical visor, but beneath her skin, the warmth of the Blue Rose grotto kept the freezing cold at bay. Beside her, Caleb was adjusting the straps on his forearm computer, his face set in hard, unforgiving lines. The "Billionaire in a Three-Piece Suit" was completely gone. Before her stood the true specter—the legendary cleaner known only to the underworld as the Ghost.

Everyone was shocked—were they talking about the same Zephyr Hall that Hal Prana had mentioned? It might be no match for Mystic Sky Guild, but Jouri Yelin said they had fallen apart! One of the goons strode up with a proud look that could match Jada's and said, "Allow me to make the introductions. This is Hana Pearce, Zephyr Hall's current chief, as well as the owner of Century Citizens, Blue Minerals, and Nautical Airlines…" "What?!" Jada was actually shocked. Sure, most of those companies sound impressive, but Blue Minerals did not even qualify as a billion dollar company. The same went for Nautical Airlines, as they only provide flights to a handful of countries.

I sighed and told them what the spirit told me. “But why only to Lady Seraphina? The spirit could have just meet Sir Zale, and since he is a water element user, the heir to say the least, why not him?” Asked Notus while looking confused. I sighed and just crouched to be at his eye level. “If the spirit were to summon Zale, then it will just end there. Remember when I said that the vengeance spirit was a fire? It might be a fire spirit that was tainted by some pollution from here.” I explained.