Phantomhive Servants Novels & Stories

"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.

“Wondering rogues. We pick them up here and there. Sometimes they fight with us. Sometimes they just mooch off supplies until they find a place to go. And then of course there are the servants and slaves we keep around.” “I haven’t seen any servants around.” “Most of them are traveling with the rest of our pack. But if you look around and see someone cleaning or cooking, they’re probably a servant.” She laughed. I realized that Evander didn’t have any servants working around the house. Who cleans his house? I wondered.

"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

Their eyes matching with hers . "Starting from today,I would love to announce to you all that we are now free from slavery's,if you wish, you can return to your pack now and if you would love to be a member of the redwoods pack ,you are free to join us now "She stated, staring at them as they listen to her .

said Lanaya, satisfied. “That means you are also tasked with liberating the people who suffered because of colonialism?” This time, Purity asked a question, after all this time she had only listened. Servant shook his head, seeming reluctant to say it, but he still had to speak. “We’re not dealing with conflicts between humans.” “But you’re human too, right?” “We are not human,” replied Lanaya. Hazkiel wanted to refute it, then he remembered how Lanaya and Servant had glowing bodies and no human had silver eyes like that.

The strong twitching wings of the wasp soldiers got wet, deteriorates, and falls part by part; making them unable to move fast. ---- In the inside of Sevon, which where the people of the hive are hiding. They all sat quietly and prayed for the Creator, but something sounded from there- a sound of a voice… ‘’Use me… I am the Sevon, use my power’’ DEOS XIX- END

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."

His canines enlarged and his eyes turned red. The shadows gathered at his feet and started to whisper and spread as they answered his command. The shadows feed on blood like Kieran does and right now their sacrifice were the rogues. They got thicker and thicker as they moved. The rogues and warriors could feel the change in the atmosphere but could not see the shadows. When they reached the rogues, they started sucking them dry fast then move to the next. One after the other the rogues fell on the ground sucked dry.

One of the farmers utters. “And who are you that the Luna need to inform before coming?” One of Luna Violeta’s servants rudely cuts in, and I can’t help but roll my eyes. What are these servants to her that they act this way? In our pack, servants are meant to be mute, but these ones smell of audacity. They have so many wings to fly. “We are sorry,” the second farmer responds, and I whiff in disbelief. A farmer apologizing to a servant. Wow!!!

Gian's POV The servant's hall was a separate four-storey building located at the east side of the mansion, with its very own pool, pond and garden. On the first floor, there was a dainty lobby with padded chairs and a tea table. A television set hanging on the wall, a glass-door fridge full of fruit drinks ( I was dying to get one, perhaps a grape flavor), a coffee machine, and a counter with yummy looking cakes and pastries. Wait, is that a croissant?