Danganronpa Servant Novels & Stories

“Don't play coy with me, and don't act as if I'm some stupid teenage girl. she is not going to fix this and you don't get to get out of this so easily. answer my questions…’’ “ YES THE F*** I WAS!’’ He shouted, startling me. “ I was listening in on that conversation.’’ “ Why?’’ “ Because when I saw the Servant walk, I was also planning on having a conversation with the Alpha. and I figured that since she was a servant she was probably going to take the dishes and then head back out. but half and our passed and she was still in there.’’

The skinny man facing them cackled ominously. This man was known as Rat Servant, one of the 12 servants nurtured by the Trio Alliance Island in Wyverna. After Tiger Servant, he was another who had reached the formidable semi-Empyrean level. Facing a semi-Empyrean, the four Dukes of War struggled, barely holding their ground and on the brink of being overwhelmed. The difference between a Duke of War and a semi-Empyrean was a narrow gap in rank but a vast chasm in power.

Wordlessly, he starts to take plates from the serving trolley, loading every dish with food, serving Johnathan first, then me, Gregory, Preston and last of all, Ally. When he’s done he moves to the corner where he awaits any orders, his hands folded in front of him. He may not dress like a conventional butler, but he behaves like one. ‘Bwoccoli?” Gregory says and pulls a face. “I hate bwoccoli.” “Then don’t eat it,” Johnathan says as he picks up his utensils. “It’s touching my food!” the boy protests.

the door opened, and a servant walked in, pushing a trolley filled with what seemed like a lavish dinner. "His Highness insists you eat," she said, setting the table quickly and making her way to the door. My eyes followed her. "Wait," I called out softly. "What's your name?" The servant paused, looked at me for a long moment, and then said, "It's Mira, miss." "Mira, do you think I'll ever get out of here?" She hesitated. "That's not for me to say, miss. But in Vampyria, it's always best to keep your hopes low."

Having her in my eyeline is an unwanted distraction. I turn to face the male servant group. “My men can do your duties without issue, but I am giving you the chance to see spring.” “See you soon naughty little Lyra,” Ronan brayed dirtily and without thinking I rammed my fist straight across his jaw. He flew face first into the concrete wall. I’m not putting up with any more of this guy’s shit. “Take him away.” A bald male servant rose, he had fresh red lashes on his neck. “Sol,” the man introduced himself with a quick bow.

For ten years, I was Vincent's blood bag and his sharpest blade. I offered my rare blood to sustain his ancient power. I offered my loyalty to secure his throne as the Vampire Lord of this territory. I thought my devotion might earn me the eternal embrace of the turning. Instead, I received the announcement of his marriage to Lilith. A princess from a powerful European vampire clan. He said it was a necessary alliance. He said my blood was still precious. But when the sanctified silver tearing through the car,he used my body as a shield, to ensure his bride remained unblemished. That's when I knew. I was never his lover. I was just a consumable resource, a blood bag to be used and discarded.

Third, And this was the one that made me set down my notes and sit very still for a moment. One of the current fortress servants had been hired eight days ago. Two days before the ledger entry. Recommended by a supply contact from the Ashfen Mountain settlements. The same settlements listed in the fake ledger entry. I went to find the servant. Her name was Lira according to the hiring record.

How could they refuse? "Okay." As soon as Ding Hao said that, four dark lights flowed into their bodies. These lights were four new Ghost Servant Lists, which specifically recorded the rights and responsibilities of the Four Great Yama Kings. They could choose their own ghost servants according to the lists, which were equivalent to the Divine Artifacts that functioned as an official seal. They had other powers such as launching attacks and defense.

"What if I refuse?" Shawn smiled even brighter as if he was waiting for her to reply. He clapped his hands, and then someone took an extremely thin tablet up. Shawn casually clicked on an interface, and then Nicole saw on the screen Daniel and Gloria, with Mr. Riddle Sr. and Mr. Rogers Sr. across from them. They all seemed to be talking peacefully. Even Dexter and Damien were there, except for Dillon. "As you can see, Nicole." Shawn smiled and threw the tablet back to the man, then looked at Nicole and said matter-of-factly, "Those servants behind them are no ordinary fighters, and the drink they consume is not necessarily clean all the time."

CULLEN’s POV The rain poured heavily. The dark clouds loomed above, seething with fury. I sipped my bittersweet coffee as the Death Note on my desk began to glow faintly. I reached out and took it in my hand. An unfamiliar name appeared, along with the details of death. “Clark Stephen Daniel,” I muttered with a sigh. “Your time has come. I’m coming to collect,” I whispered, my voice void of warmth. It was time to reap his soul. The details were clear—he would die tonight, inside a nightclub.