Phantomhive Servants Novels & Stories

His fangs were protruding as he spoke with spite. Alice didn’t know who the vampire was talking about, but she knew that the vampire was a blood servant by the way he spoke. Vampires are pretty desolate people, and they rarely get attached to each other unless they are bound by blood like the vampire in front of her. Black Lotus said that it was blind faith. The blood servant would do everything for their master’s well-being. "I don’t keep track of my enemies, but I don’t remember ever meeting a pureblood. Who’s your master? " She asked with curiosity. The vampire didn’t answer, still shooting lasers through his eyes.

"Evie, I found something that might explain what we saw in the hallway." She opened the book, flipping through yellowed pages filled with diagrams of shadow creatures, spell components, and dark enchantments. She stopped on a page titled "Umbra Servientes"—Shadow Servants. "This passage here," she whispered, tapping a paragraph, "says that shadows can be summoned and controlled by someone with enough power to bend them to their will. But they aren’t just for show. They’re used to gather information, observe without being seen... or attack.” I felt a shiver run down my spine. “So they were really targeting me.”

Alpha Hercules and his father would leave behind a legacy that would forever be remembered. She doesn't remember how long it had been since she saw so many people in one place. Back in Black Diamond pack, the servants were not allowed to interact with other citizens of the pack and less they had been assigned duties to the far west of the houses. they were also not considered members hence the fact that none of them attended the citizen meetings. the servants were called Slaves. and they were expected to uphold that title and do whatever their supervisor commanded.

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.

asked Herbert. "I don't know. Do you?" asked Wilbur. "Yeah, that's right. I do know," replied Herbert. Herbert said, "As far as I know, each dimensional guardian can only have one servant, and every ten thousand years, a new servant is selected because the previous one has died. Serving a dimensional guardian comes with inevitable dangers, after all. While the dimensional guardians possess immense power, their servants might not be as strong. They could meet their end when facing danger. That's why the Dimensional Guardian Servant Tournament is held every ten thousand years."

I jolted awake, my heart hammering against my ribs as straw flew into the air. Standing at the head of the aisle was a broad, square-jawed woman in a dark wool dress reinforced with thick leather straps. Where Mistress Veda was a stern soldier of the scullery, this woman wore the silver keys and ivory whistle of the Head Servant of the Obsidian Spire. Head Servant Mistress Brida. Brida was known throughout the lower levels as a cruel, petty tyrant who derived vicious pleasure from breaking young women sent from the defeated Southern packs. She strutted down the central aisle, her sharp, watery blue eyes scanning the terrified faces of the servants scrambling to their feet.

"KING ASMODEUS! THE HUMAN!" The demons around me whipped their heads to the intruder and one flew to the servant and snapped his body against a tree. A sickening crunch was heard and the servant fell to the floor in a small lump. He didn't move again. Before I could count to three, someone appeared next to the dead servant. Adrian.

Phoenix whispered. The servant grinned. “Yes I am, but I can see what I want to.” And she proved that by reaching for Phoenix’s shoulder and checking to see if it was completely healed. When she was satisfied that Phoenix was fine she stood up and brought the tray of food closer so that Phoenix could eat but Phoenix would not touch the food. She still didn’t know where she was or who this servant was. “Who are you? Did you bring me here?” “No. Goyre brought you here, she ordered me to keep watch over you and make sure you are comfortable.”

He nods slowly, like he is agreeing with me, and that scares me more than if he yelled. “No one?” he repeats. “So what were you doing in Obsidian Veil?” My body stiffens. “As far as my memory serves,” he continues, pacing slowly in front of me, “humans can only be there as servants, maids, slaves. They are selected carefully and screened thoroughly. But you,” he says, pointing directly at me, “were none of those.” I look away. “You looked lost,” he adds quietly. “Confused. Like you were searching for someone.”

I said. Karuji and Miyake looked at the four holographic beasts and looked at Albion and compared it to the image on the tablet “that’s one but the image on the tablet is blue.” Miyake explained. I continued looking for the name of the servant until I found it. “Found it. Servant name Mélusine AKA Faerie Knight Lancer, Albion & Albion’s Remnant” I said “that’s her alright and she’s heading to the UA right now!” Karuji shouted “I see” so I went to my battle room to get my weapons ready and came out “Karuji protect the hideout at all costs” then I ran out of the HQ and called out Oliver and Oliver “Olivia & Oliver where are you!!” I shouted.