Phantomhive Servants Novels & Stories

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."

They seemed to dislike seeing two servants coming to their family library, the status of servants in their eyes was the lowest even though there were other statuses below that such as slaves. "What do you mean? We already have permission here!" Sister Hua said to the two servants showing tokens to the two guards. But they mocked and said that the two were not worthy of entering, they even said there was a possibility that the token was fake. Naturally Xiao Chen who was in the arms of another servant immediately frowned.

"Hidden like a parasite behind the waterfalls of Mount Meru. A fortress led by a radicalized extremist named Malik. They call themselves the 'New Dawn,' Beatrice. But make no mistake—they don't want coexistence. They don't want to live beside you. They want to replace you. They believe your humanity is an obsolete operating system, and they are the upgrade." Tindo reached into his pocket and pulled out a sleek, black remote. He clicked it, and the massive LED screen behind them flickered to life. The footage was grainy, tinted with the green hue of night-vision surveillance. It was leaked from the Hive’s security servers—likely sold to Tindo by a disgruntled 'Six' employee. It showed Baraka,

"The Hollowsmith doesn't deal in reality's currency. He deals in something older. He was here before the Weavers, before the Shareholders, before any of us." "Then who does he work for?" Katherine demanded. She had finished the first batch of modified retroviral serum and was loading it into an injector, but her attention was split between saving Jack's biology and solving the larger crisis. "The Hollowsmith works for himself," Arthur replied. "But he owes debts. Very old debts. To entities that predate this universe's iteration." "This universe's iteration?" Jack repeated, the phrase landing like a punch.

I pick up the phone on my desk, “Ma’am Eve…” “Your Highness, how can I help you this evening?” “Can you send up 3 human servants willing to give blood to my office?” “Of course, your Highness. Male or female?” “Doesn’t matter.” “They will be there momentarily.” “Thank you, ma’am Eve.” I smile as I hang up the phone. It wasn’t too long later when there was a soft knock on the door. I look up and say, “Enter.”

So when I said, I will tell her why we had to leave in due time, she simply nodded and gave me the longest hug we ever shared. After breakfast, everyone dispersed leaving a mess behind on the table. "Who is going to clean this mess?" I asked Godric as we made our way to the training field. "We have servants to do that." I frowned. "Servants?" He could see my facial expression. "Yes. Servants. They were captured during battles. Those who were not formally a part of the battle but belonged to the other side were offered a chance to join our pack but as a pack servant. Mostly they clean common areas. Some are specially assigned to people, like my mom."

"But yes. We are going to drug him. But that's not your issue. Just focus on Mr. Wolfe." Chloe frowned as she was dragged towards the doors of the VIP suite. Two males that had shoulders as wide as the door and just as tall as it were guarding the empty hallway. They appeared to just be loitering but as she got close, Chloe could see their eyes watching everything around them. They weren't Nathaniel's men. They were too muscular to be. These were wolves that trained hard to be the ultimate apex predator. They didn't need guns to protect themselves. There was a wildness to them as well, as if they were made of petrichor, earth and rock from the unforgiving mountains. Chloe had the sudden urge

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.

Flovan knew what he liked. By the time he arrived, the love slaves were already being brought off the ship and way at the end of the line, he saw a slight commotion on the docks. Several young Werewolf nobles had surrounded one of the slaves, and one of them, a young man named Hollis, the son of a major under Haggoz’s command, was plucking at the robe of a smaller human, telling her to open it so he could see the slave’s body.