Phantomhive Servants Novels & Stories

He watched as several covered baskets were carried into the tent, followed by something that resembled a woman’s figure from shoulders to hips and the merchant emerged bowing to Sylvia and asking if their was any other service he could offer her. "Thank you for your generosity, but I believe you have tended to my needs. I will be sure to call for you if I find myself in additional need of your services." She gave him her hand and he kissed it before turning to leave the camp with his servants. She then turned to Mora, "I believe the table you requested should do perfectly for this project. Did he say when it would arrive?"

"He keeps good company around, always. He gives respect to those who deserves it. He has principles like every man and once you understand his principles, you won't find it difficult to relate with him." Blackwheel laughed as he sat down and crossed his legs. "How long have you been working for your master?" "Almost a year now," Marcus' servant replied. "He has been good to me." "I see," Blackwheel said. "What is your name?" "Hakeem, sir. Why do you ask?" Blackwheel rubbed his chin and dropped his legs down. "Are you from India, Hakeem?"

, they are more useful for spying and Intel gathering on others without being found out, say hello to one of the creatures that made many patients follow a therapy to get over their excessive fear over these small creatures called “Spiders” These little creatures are so useful, ever since I got this idea; spying and Intel gathering became a child’s game! And through the familiar interface of the system, I can easily manage them and control them just like how you can control a drone from a distance, so I have been secretly spreading them to the people I need to keep an eye on… I have just sent before going out a few spiders carried on the back of the birds flock straight towards the imperial

“So I’m here not as your torture subject, but your partner. Will you do the same?” Naomi chuckled again before she nodded. “As you wish, partner. Is this high enough?” James turned his head to the dark sky where the beads were situated. “Must be one of the advantages of being a Blood Servant.” She mumbled under her breath. “I beg your pardon?” He asked without looking at her. “Your extraordinary vision.” “Ah, yes. The benefit of being the Blood Servant of the former vampire lord. My vision is the same as any other vampire if not lower.”

She said with a giggle. The next morning the birds sang the sun over the horizon. Zinjo and Aurelia prepared for their journey. Gael entered their cabin, "I'm surprised you two have your clothes on..." He trailed off at a snarl from Zinjo. "Anyway, I looked into the Clockwork Servants who attacked you." "And?" Aureli tightened a buckle on her leather armor. "Clockwork Servants have been malfunctioning as of late. It's becoming a problem. Several people said they are beginning to develop human intelligence," Gael looked dead serious as he spoke.

said the goat-head servant but it piqued a suspicious moment that it wondered, “Herbie, what did you do to her?” But the black-winged seraphim only laughed, “Hee-hee-hee!” It swayed its midget feet that had barely reached the flat flooring and trying to reach out to bring a plate to a perfect position while the girl beside it surreptitiously leered, perhaps snooping if it could achieve its purpose of moving the plate to its desired spot.

His sire, of course! A sigh escaped me as the pieces fit together in my head. Sired vampires were basically humans turned into vampires by the masters, bound to their will, and tied to their blood. Every pure-blooded vampire had the ability to create obedient servants who were eternally loyal and often completely hollow inside. As arguing with those custom made puppets would be pointless, I shifted, trying to push myself up. My limbs felt heavy, but not as weak as before. The medicine had given me enough strength to move my aching figure without any help.

Servant number 4 Servant number 4's face formed a frown as she whispered with wide eyes, “Servant number 16….” She stuttered and staggered back. They were both shocked, but Nyssa was quick to recover. Nyssa's lips formed a smirk, “Hey, servant number 4.” Nyssa's eyes scanned her from top to bottom, and she did the same. She could see that Nyssa was alive. After that night, servant number 16 was replaced almost immediately. Although the late Alpha had forbidden them from speaking about that night, they never stopped speaking about it.

Their hair is long, black, and gleaming under the golden lights. They move in silence, stopping precisely six feet from the throne. A deep, husky voice breaks the tension. “Greetings to the Alpha King.” Marcus swallows, his gaze steady. “Greetings to you as well. How may I help you?” The robed man steps forward. “I am Serivon, Beta of the Arctic Howlers.” He gestures to the others. “This is Alfredo, an Arctic guard, and Tavida, an Arctic Omega. We have come on behalf of our Alpha. He has sent an urgent report that requires your immediate attention.”

This was one reason that some of the other women who had finally accepted what I was could not accept how they would have to live. I had never offered the role of a human servant as I wanted them to always be with me. Moreover, human servants could wander about during the day where I could not. If they got restless, they could leave. Then, of course, they had to return and heed my call, but what if they didn’t want to? What if they became tired of being attached to me? A vampire could do this also, but they shared the same type of life.