Phantomhive Servants Novels & Stories

he clicks his tongue, “Stuffy.” “If the two of you have such different views, why did she send me here?” I ask. “That,” He kicks off the desk, moving toward me, “Is the question.” “And the answer?” “Let me know when you find it,” he winks. I bite my lip, frustration over powering attraction at his display. Ms. Falkum had insisted I become this Davon guy’s apprentice, she hadn’t even told me his last name; just stuffed an address in my hand and left. I’m not sure why I came here, I’d only known the woman from the café I work at. But I did, doing otherwise had never even crossed my mind.

Servant 2 gives the bold idea, his plan to provide further working capital by means of borrowing them to be a guard. "Proceed." Oldman Gao gives permission. "Gather their unconscious body." Servant 1 give order to all member Lao Camp, and make greedy lone Hunter group as servants apprentice, the contract builds by the system, if they betrayed, their brain will blow up immediately, no one can be resisted. "Can I be your slave?" One voice inside the forest, one Mortal stage 6 submit himself, but still hiding, afraid their mistake his intentions. Who provokes Lao Camp will dead he thinks, worry much to be like them.

(Madam Hive) Madam Hive was fanning herself with her feather fan to calm herself, on the other hand, Elijah was calm, she turned to me acting as if she was waiting for my decisions. Actually, she already performs exactly as I wanted her to, to make it look more suspense, I act like I was pondering for a few seconds, and nod slightly. "Madam Hive, 5 gold per slave and Free delivery service…Deal!, Prepare the contract, Black keeps Company will pay the deposit now and the rest after the delivery is done..". (Elijah)

Archie sighed in disappointment, “Several people inside Glitch have Black armor.” The black suit guy then added, “Sir! Today in the Dominion Riots Center, someone broke the Android’s Stronghold record and secured the first position on the leaderboards.” “So?” “A group of people somehow managed to recover the recording of the battle and also posted it on the official forums. Jack and others have confirmed that he is the same guy that hijacked the hunt. His name is Phantom.“ A malicious grin appeared on his face. “Gotchu!! fucker!” “Good! Tell them to keep following him. I am gonna gouge his eyeballs and feed them to dogs.”

I stirred up of my slumber and took the nearest seat. It was silent for a while. Everybody was wary of each other. I, myself, do not know how else to pursue Allyssa. She seemed near but was clearly far away to get ahold of to. Several lady servants turned up and serve snacks, fruits, and several edible herbs. I was astonished to see them, creatures with the head and upper body of a female and scaly fish below. They appear as beautiful young women with long, pale, green hair and pale skin. The guard fish with me devours on the food, unconcerned of the civil mind war the surrounding beings were playing.

According to the entry I had read from our library, the Laveau was one of the highest henchmen of the Phantom Pack before the War of the Triad along with the Voss, a family of vampires. I stepped up on the porch of the house and stared at the red double door ahead of me. This time, I was able to knock twice without being dragged in. After a few seconds, the door opened and it revealed a middle-aged man who was wearing a black butler suit. He had brushed-up dark hair and defined jaw, bright blue eyes, and a dark complexion. He looked like one of those strict staff of a mansion who has an ability to see even a tiny speck of dust. "The priestess is expecting you. Follow me," he said with his de

My heart panged as I realized she was still wearing her ring. “Just tell me what you changed." I crossed my arms and leaned back into my chair. Her eyes widened slightly “Um–Well. First off, I’m your servant so I will not obey the commands of anyone else. That includes your daughter, Freya." “This is a punishment!” I hissed but waved one hand “Go on,” She let out a deep breath "I'm a servant, not a slave. Since I won’t be receiving financial compensation for my work hours, I demand three hourss off everyday…Master,”

The arena lay hollow, but not silent. They were already at work. Dozens of servants moved across the sand, shadows gliding in ordered precision. Most were little more than husks—mortals drained of will, their eyes clouded, branded with the crimson crest so deep it shone even through the pallor of their skin. Others were half-blood thralls, faster, sharper, capable of lifting the iron barricades and dragging the weapons into place. Their silence was absolute. Not one dared speak above a breath, not with the wards watching.

At the time we were both always hungry and freshly cooked food was always better than conjured food. As I entered the kitchen I noticed the place was quiet. The servants that worked in the kitchen were mostly lower level demons. They were the ones most people think of when they hear the word demon. They were typically small, no more than three or four feet tall and had colorful scaly skin and dark or red eyes. These types of demons were not able to make deals like the upper level demons. They were typically used as minions. In the old days we would use them to scope out potential deals, to find the people most desperate for our help. Now humans always wanted something, they were never satisf

“I, Pavan Tuffin from the Tuffin family, the ninth chief of the Milky Way Battle Institution in Stella Civilization Galaxy, am making you and other earthlings my slaves forever. Elders, plant the slave mark!” Pavan sounded like he was God as his voice reached everyone's ears. “As you wish, Master Pavan,” the four elders said respectfully. At the same time, they instantly appeared around the huge ‘slave’ word in the sky. At this time, the golden ‘slave’ word was almost completed. If one zoomed in 10,000 times to look at it, one would notice that this word was made up of countless other dense and tiny ‘slave’ words. There were at least 100 billion of them.