Phantomhive Servants Novels & Stories

All five servants stood on her side, waiting for her to need their service. He heard a silent 'thank you' from Eli as she called the servants by their own name. The three then went back to their position while still keeping their gaze on her. Hade's jaw almost dropped. His wife just sired the servants from his own household. Eli must have noticed Hade staring at her intently so she cleared her throat gently. "Why are you looking at me like that?" Hade shook his head. "Nothing, darling. How's the food?"

The two vampire servants who were there to greet them looked hospitable at first, but the moment they saw the murderous faces of the wolves and lycans, they became visibly frightened. One servant nudged the other as he himself became invisible, courtesy of his defense mechanism. The other servant, who was a velox, fought the urge to sprint away and fidgeted when he forced a smile and said, “R-Right th-this way, Y-Your Highnesses.”

I headed back to the servant quarters, because Chad was not home and I couldn't see Gina and I no longer worked for that witch Eleanor, so I practically had enough free time. As I walked through the hallway, I noticed a group of servants clustered together, their faces filled with a mix of concern and dread. They were packed tightly, their heads bent in unison, and their whispers created a hum of anticipation. My curiosity piqued, I altered my course and made my way over to the group. As I approached, they parted slightly, revealing a sleek, compact phone held by one of the younger servants. The screen glowed brightly, displaying a live stream. The servants' eyes remained fixed on the tiny s

What was said at the spur of the moment turned out to be exactly what she was looking for? Her previous comment about the vampires' servants being useless came back to me. She must've expected something out of the ordinary when she became interested in them. And then got rid of them when she didn't find what she was looking for. Vampires' servants are either tools for their lord's or future recruits. But just like Protégés, it has to be consensual. They are not servants in the way humans view servants. Meaning that they signified something for their lords. They share some kind of a symbiotic relationship. They are not useless.

she said. “I’m sure you would do nothing to harm me or anyone in this mansion. But, I just want to keep this between us.” I gestured. After seeing her slight smile, I took it as a confirmation. I changed the topic and explained how the system inside the mansion worked. ……… “Especially during the power phase of ‘the Harbinger’, a lot of the servants faced systematic abuse.” I squeezed my eyes shut, waiting for the headache to pass. Focus, Nadia.

The boy looked so much like her Master, Ice Pick. Oh what a dream! Suddenly, a bright light shone on her face, making her jumping out of the bed fearfully. "Seriously? You don't want to stop, do you, Ice Pick?!" She grunted with a frown as she sat on the bed and hissed loudly. "Woah!" A familiar feminine voice exclaimed, "if this is how slaves are being treated, then passing as a trainer won't be a problem for me." That voice...Sophia's eyes went wide open, "Annie is here!" Her subconscious mind screamed, and she turned to see Alice and Annie staring at her.

They called her a stray dog dressed in silk. Her husband choked her in a wedding shop. Her sister shoved her under a car. Her family danced on her grave before the dirt was cold. Then she opened her eyes seven years in the past. "You think you can break me twice, Kyle?" "Celine, I made a mistake. I was blind. Just give me one more chance and I'll spend the rest of my life proving." "You had your chance. You used it to destroy me." "I love you." "You loved the version of me that was stupid enough to believe you." She came back with a colder heart, a sharper mind, and the kind of rage that doesn't scream. It plans. But Celine didn't expect Aron Caruso. The man who ordered her burial i

"They’re Lost. They were part of a god-ship, and now they’re just... dust. They’re trying to build a home out of our trash." The Ghost in the Hive As Leo reached out to touch the pillar, the silver vines retracted, coiling like a snake. A face began to form in the mercury—not an Overseer's mask, but a distorted, shimmering reflection of Leo himself. "You... are... like... us," the Hive spoke, the sound like a thousand coins dropping on marble. "The... Fragmented... One. Help... us... Re-Join." "I can't help you go back," Leo said, his hand pressing against the cold, liquid surface. "But I can give you a new Pattern."

And much more. Ban: I think- I think it's Grey's status window. Lisa: Status window? Ban: Yes. It is similar to those in video games. However this contains the details of my 'slaves'-- Grey what does this say. Grey: It says here that my current job- SERVANT. And that below it, says. NEXT PROMOTION - RETAINER. It's a ranking system. It ranks my slaves and gives them promotions. I get it now. This is just like a game. Wait! Can I try this?

He was ready when the footsteps came closer, the rushing sound of more than 1 pair of feet. There were more of them now, five... seven... eight people, from what he can sense. They surround the small clearing, taking their distance, cautious of them now. One came closer, another staff wielder, this one of hawthorn, the contradictory wood of healing and curses. "Dorin Silvius" said Hawthorn staff, "come with us." Dorin kept his eyes closed, his head bowed down, deep in concentration. "Come peacefully and we promise the safety of your companion."