Phantomhive Servants Novels & Stories

Their eyes matching with hers . "Starting from today,I would love to announce to you all that we are now free from slavery's,if you wish, you can return to your pack now and if you would love to be a member of the redwoods pack ,you are free to join us now "She stated, staring at them as they listen to her .

They, except for Michael, stared at the creature called the Servant as if the one talking had gone mad. “Hm? What’s wrong? Is something wrong?” The Servant looked, or so it seemed, back and forth, looking for anything odd. Doesn’t he realize he is the odd one out? “You guys are... Aliens?” Jo ended up getting impatient like Sarah. He asked a question, and no one seemed to mind. “Aliens?” The Servant tilted his head, or Jo thought he was, then he paused before saying something. “I don’t know what you mean about aliens. We certainly call ourselves Guardians and Protectors of Earth.”

’’ ---------- Someone’s been watching at the Hive the entirety of the time, a beast person that resembles the characteristics of ants and bees- long antennae swings atop of his head whenever he moves it, armored in bright yellow color plates, at his back is a pair of large buzzing wings. ‘’What they are doing is defiance against Viscor Mukha’s laws!’’ DEOS XVI- END

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."

His canines enlarged and his eyes turned red. The shadows gathered at his feet and started to whisper and spread as they answered his command. The shadows feed on blood like Kieran does and right now their sacrifice were the rogues. They got thicker and thicker as they moved. The rogues and warriors could feel the change in the atmosphere but could not see the shadows. When they reached the rogues, they started sucking them dry fast then move to the next. One after the other the rogues fell on the ground sucked dry.

One of the farmers utters. “And who are you that the Luna need to inform before coming?” One of Luna Violeta’s servants rudely cuts in, and I can’t help but roll my eyes. What are these servants to her that they act this way? In our pack, servants are meant to be mute, but these ones smell of audacity. They have so many wings to fly. “We are sorry,” the second farmer responds, and I whiff in disbelief. A farmer apologizing to a servant. Wow!!!

Gian's POV The servant's hall was a separate four-storey building located at the east side of the mansion, with its very own pool, pond and garden. On the first floor, there was a dainty lobby with padded chairs and a tea table. A television set hanging on the wall, a glass-door fridge full of fruit drinks ( I was dying to get one, perhaps a grape flavor), a coffee machine, and a counter with yummy looking cakes and pastries. Wait, is that a croissant?

Kilian stepped in front of me. “She does not speak english. IShe is my new servant. Dad, you can not have her. You bought her for me!” The word hit me hard. Servant! Was he telling his dad I was his servant? Would his father take me now that the truth was out. “Lyra?” Dragan’s face turns to regrat.

I nodded and said, "That feels good. " "Get down on your knees. Beg me. " My head snapped up and I shouted at him, "Are you playing with me? " "How can you say playing? You're the one who said you liked it and wanted more." I blushed, "Our agreement was that I would be a servant for you, not a whore." "In my world, a servant has to do everything to make his master happy." He winked at me, "Right now, what makes me happy is the sex with you ."

The older man at the door looked back and forth between my tormentor and me. His kind eyes were filled with confusion. It was clear that he did not know what to do. “This… He…” The cleaner pointed at me. My tormentor remained stunned for a moment. Then, he seemed to think of something, and his expression relaxed. His tone became arrogant as he said, “What are you looking at? Have you never seen someone discipline their servant?” He pointed at me too, the gold ring on it gleaming, and shot me a warning gaze.