Demon Ciel Phantomhive Novels & Stories

Dupont of the Alchemy Department, Prof. Reginald Morell of Arcane Arts, Prof. Dimitrio of Herbology, and Prof. Raevers of charms. There was also a hooded person with them who seemed to be floating on air, beside whom stood the groundskeeper and head of Cryptozoology, Damien Wolvesbane. “Pan Phineas!” Dorin called to the hooded person who slightly tilted his head.

Within a few minutes, she received the attacker's information from an anonymous source. "Wow, I did not expect this." She mumbled in amazement as her eyes skimmed past the files. PS: *The organisation Hila used to work in was divide into many groups called clans. There were the main branches: Hian Hoshi Hian Ji Hian Fang Hian Lao These groups were considered to birth the best assasins, with the Hian Hoshi (Hila's clan) at the topmost. I This explains why she easily got information from the Elder.

She's looking at me with a look that implies I'm a moron: "... Of course I am. I know I'm still young, but I'm good. I won't limit myself to one customer when I've got enough energy to take on one after another. I have a whole reputation and network to build." I'm devastated on the spot. The first woman I feel attracted to is a whore with ambition and plans to expand her business. I jump when I hear a knock on the door. Alvize's head appears in the frame, and he apologizes profusely when he meets my murderous gaze. She quickly turns her head to the asshole who must be in charge of putting her in touch with the other VIPs at the fucking casino. "Didi, we need you. It's an emergency."

I want this token to be remembered for all eternity. 'Are you sure about this, Greko? I heard that he pampered his luna to the moon.' 'Do not tell me that you are getting scared of that whore? The behemoth lost because she summoned the Phoniex from the elven continent. But summoning a supernatural beast like that one needs offering and great strength. I am damn sure that the whore is recuperating right now behind that bastard.'

from its hinges and flew into the room. The room beyond was a nightmare of inverted physics. Furniture floated in the air, spinning in a slow, clockwise rotation. In the center of the room, the host was suspended four feet off the ground, his skin covered in glowing, black veins that pulsed with violet light. The demon- a Malphas-Class Void-Shifter - roared, using the host’s vocal cords to shatter the windows. Shards of glass flew toward the LNI team like guided missiles. "Phasing Shield!" Lucien barked.

“The sky just woke up.” Samuel looked at her. “Now what?” “Now,” she said, voice calm but electric, “we get into position and pray Tunde doesn’t try to improvise.” ……………. INT. CITADEL MINERAL OPERATIONS HQ – SURVEILLANCE BAY – NIGHT Rows of holographic monitors flicker in a cold, sterile room lit by harsh white LEDs. The Citadel emblem rotates slowly on the wall. The air buzzes with the hum of servers and data streams. A woman in a sleek dark uniform, OFFICER ADETAYO, leans over a projection table. Her eyes glow faintly with HUD overlays.

"Talk." Volkov smiled. The smile of a man who appreciated directness because it saved time. "You've lost everything, Mr. Blackwood. Your title. Your finances. Your standing in the pack community. Your investors. Your family's reputation." He tilted his head slightly. "All of it traced directly back to one woman." "Luna," Damon said. The name came out rough in a way he hadn't planned. "Luna Ashford. CEO of Phantom Industries. Formerly Shadow_Cipher — the most accomplished independent hacker in the world." Volkov laced his fingers together on the desk. "And currently under the personal protection of Draven Craven."

Ahsoka peeks her head around me to look at the woman. “My name is Celine, leader of the Star Coven. I am a witch. With me are Pierre and Xavier, they are warlocks. I believe I know what you are.” “So just tell us.” I am starting to get irritated with her. “Dimidietas Angelus,” she whisper’s more to herself. “What is that,” I ask. “It translates to half-angel.” “I thought they were called Nephilim?”

"A ghost doesn't leave digital footprints in a high-security relay, Chalida. Ghosts don't have secondary signatures." Pim tapped the screen with trembling fingers, her eyes darting between the fluctuating lines of the code. "This user is actively scrubbing our location, yet they’re leaving breadcrumbs. Why?"

Amy and Isaac traded a look, seeing us come in like besties. I noticed Isaac had set their original Kinect SLS camera on a tripod aiming at the couch, and an original Ovilus V on the coffee table, with his KII and his tri-field meter. I grimaced, trying to look at Ann. “I’m sorry, ma’am.” “It’s fine, Fran,” my phone app said. “How come you get so many words?” asked Isaac. “It’s an app developed by a Brit ghost hunter. Works better than the Ovilus. And touchpads work wonders, too.”