Demon Ciel Phantomhive Novels & Stories

I went back to hugging myself, my breast always gets into the of my self hugs. "Why would they call me, I have nothing to do with Lola", someone whispered behind me, their breath is hot on my neck. I move a bit to prevent the mouth heat from touching me and they move aswell, so close their knees were pressing into the back of mine. I turn so fast I give myself a whiplash. "Chill, Ben-Harry". Daniel Jegede. His voice why didn't I recognise it at first. "Daniel, why are you there? You weren't called". Ms. Angeline's nasal voice rang.

Rain opened the huge mahogany doors with all her strength and in stepped my grandmother, Cecelia Von Speltsper. Lady Cecelia, or grapy, as I liked to call my grandmother, was the woman who found me. She said she had been out riding when a ray of light fell from the sky and there I was. I don’t know if that story was true or if it was made up to cover my origin as a hybrid, but she was the one who discovered I had the mark of a phoenix on my back and that I was to be the next Demon King. Lady Cecelia was King at the time and none of her five sons and two daughters had the mark.

But we were sitting in the back of the room so no one was paying much attention. I hit Internet Explorer and waited. School servers were always so slow. When the server was ready, I typed as quickly as my fingers would fly, accessing our private CIA accounts. We had a private Intranet designed only for the CIA. I entered my clearance code, and then went through five different protocols until I reached our secured messaging center. I pulled up our private IM program, then expertly typed in Rick's access code and set the controls for mute. Luckily, Rick was on. I wrote him briefly about the moronic vamp that I killed in the bathroom and everything the vamp told me, and that someone in New York

"My Lord, we received a scroll this morning" "What does it say?" I ask, picking a black sweatshirt and putting it on. "It's from the Nightshade Pack" He informed me. I turn around instantly upon hearing that. "It's confidential.I didn't open it yet." He explained and handed me the scroll before leaving my room. I hurriedly opened the scroll. 'Ezra, I want to know if everything is normal in your Kingdom especially your brother, Heath.It is said that demons are always called by someone for a purpose.I am afraid that the demon hasn't left your brother nor the Kingdom.

Faelon creased his brow. "What does this have to do with Sophia and why don't you just destroy him?" Faelon questioned curiously. Lucifer raised his eyes up to glare at him. "Randall is the head of the demon mafia and is unafraid of me and extremely unmanageable. He controls all the demons that exist in the human world," Lucifer grunted in annoyance. "Sophia has a demon mark on her inner left thigh. Atlas saw it. Tell me what it means," Faelon mumbled bitterly. Lucifer frowned before he answered.

It was an intrusion. Twelve white drones, shaped like geometric eyes, hovered outside the boardroom. A voice, mechanical and cold, boomed through the desert air. "Vance & Void Syndicate, you are in violation of the Universal Trade Agreement. Surrender the Subject known as Mia Vance, or we will commence the Deletion of the African Continent." Vane looked at Elara, a dark, desperate glint in his eyes. "We can't fight them alone, Elara. Not as humans. Not as demons."

“And let me guess. Now that a true demon has appeared in this realm, I’m the main course on his menu?” “Precisely,” Enyeto said. “Your body is brimming with pure zhil vae. To a vhal liri, you are a walking battery of the very power he needs to fully bridge the gap between worlds. He wants to skin your essence and wear it.” “And what’s in it for us?” Kael asked, his posh accent returning with a sharp, sarcastic edge. “Aside from the pleasure of not being turned into a celestial tracksuit?”

I NEED to know who he is, and something tells me I won’t discover much if I approach him as Phantom Reaper. I don’t really even know who I actually am, to be honest. I never indulged in friendships or relationships with others. It’s just always been survival. The only person I had any kind of positive relationship was my mother. I don’t know my father but because of my hair color, I’m fairly certain my father was Christian Bartoa. I know he frequented the slave cells whenever he was bored, and the urge arises so it doesn’t surprise me, but I don’t intend to ever claim him nor carry his surname. The thought of actually SPEAKING to Damien makes me feel a weird sense of anxiety. I’m unsure if i

The possessive way he fucked me like he both hated and needed me. I forced a grin. “You’re crazy, man. You watch too many movies.” He stepped aside but whispered as I passed, “Run while you still can. He’ll ruin you.” Later that day, I overheard two employees gossiping near the cafeteria. “Did you hear about The Ghost? Some billionaire who shows up masked at underground parties. Pays good money, fucks like a demon, then vanishes. Nobody ever sees his face.” I laughed it off again. But deep inside of me, i was worried for myself.

He wanted them to know he had arrived and would bring wrath upon this place. “Damon, Cara is inside the room called an oubliette.” Just on cue, his twin brother informed him through the com-device. Damon didn’t respond to Davien as he slid the card into the small box panel of an electronic lock. The red LED light flashed green, and the metal gate responded with a low reverberating hum before the mechanical gears inside whirred and slid open.