Phantomhive Servants Novels & Stories

They knew it was of no use to argue with the Alpha but they could not let that happen. Both of them lost in their own selves, each trying to come up with something to convince Alpha to withdraw the statement. Martha still could not get clarity in her mind for what all was happening. The Alpha took notice of the reaction of all three of the visitors to its house and spoke again, “Your daughter Benjamin, would now act as per the terms of the agreements and henceforth would now serve me in whichever way I may ask” it completed his statement with a smirk. Martha could make out his intentions through the smirk and felt disgusted.

The skinny man facing them cackled ominously. This man was known as Rat Servant, one of the 12 servants nurtured by the Trio Alliance Island in Wyverna. After Tiger Servant, he was another who had reached the formidable semi-Empyrean level. Facing a semi-Empyrean, the four Dukes of War struggled, barely holding their ground and on the brink of being overwhelmed. The difference between a Duke of War and a semi-Empyrean was a narrow gap in rank but a vast chasm in power.

For ten years, I was Vincent's blood bag and his sharpest blade. I offered my rare blood to sustain his ancient power. I offered my loyalty to secure his throne as the Vampire Lord of this territory. I thought my devotion might earn me the eternal embrace of the turning. Instead, I received the announcement of his marriage to Lilith. A princess from a powerful European vampire clan. He said it was a necessary alliance. He said my blood was still precious. But when the sanctified silver tearing through the car,he used my body as a shield, to ensure his bride remained unblemished. That's when I knew. I was never his lover. I was just a consumable resource, a blood bag to be used and discarded.

“Dear citizens of Lycara, as you all know today is the day of the selection and allocation. I have received all your applications for new servants.” “For those who are not aware, there are three categories of servants.” She said looking towards us, the new selection. “General servants — these sets of humans are allocated to a household or the castle to work there, this could be as a cleaner, nanny, gardener or cook.” “Pack caregivers — these humans are responsible for taking care of the pack as a whole. Cleaning up after the warriors finish training, farming, weeding, fishing and so on.” “Personal entertainers — as the name implies, these humans are given to a specific master to attend to pe

The serviteur sighed and looked beside him to suddenly see a hooded figure sitting calmly. He jumped, but was quick to realise who that person was, "Serviteur Noir Octavia, w-what a surprise!" he exclaimed uncomfortably. He then asked softly, "How long have you been in here?" he watched as their highest-ranking serviteur stare aimlessly outside the window. He looked at the serviteur, anxiously waiting for an answer as they moved away from the town square.

Levi said. I turned to look at it and immediately realized my definition of "townhouse" had been naive at best. Servants stood in formation. Actual servants. "What townhouse has servants?" I muttered under my breath. "Your majesty!" A man stepped forward, bowing deeply. Most of the servants around him were elves. "Welcome back to Rum. I'm the person in charge of taking care of this place." I froze. He looked exactly like Seamus. Levi leaned closer. "They're twins. This one is Lando."

"Whatever it is. Ruby, I can't stay in this cage anymore. I can feel them... laughing inside myhead." "The serum uses a 'Master-Slave' protocol," Vovosexplained, ignoring Nevan’s outburst. "The Ascendancy isthe Master; the Subject is the Slave. To break the link, wemust overwrite the Master. We must give the Subject a new anchor. One that is stronger than their satellite array."

A successor for what? For the Hive, Julian said. Elias... you aren't just the Ark. You are the Queen. I looked at the monitors again. A map of the world was displayed. Hundreds of red dots were appearing. What are those? I asked. Those are the other vessels, Julian said. The other successful subjects. Evelyn created more than just Zero. She created an army? No, Julian said. She created a Hive. And now that the Architect is dead... they are coming to you.

Black as midnight. A phantom.

Fortunately, Dakota remained oblivious to these sounds; otherwise, they would have surely terrified him to the core. Josiah clenched his teeth, taken aback by the young immortal's ruthlessness. After all, he had painstakingly captured these ghosts and they could be considered his spiritual servants. For the immortals of Scarlet Summit, the number of spiritual servants they possessed symbolized the extent of their power. Josiah was undeniably a formidable expert, boasting a vast array of spiritual servants. However, not all of them were under his control; some were merely temporarily summoned using soul-binding techniques.