Alois Black Butler Novels & Stories

I narrow my eyes and spot dark shapes above the trees—flying demons, ravens. They’re everywhere. Ugh! Our family is greeted by a man with neat, slicked‑back hair, dressed in a butler’s uniform. He wears a gray waistcoat over a white shirt, with a tie tucked neatly inside. A white handkerchief bearing the royal insignia—a golden wolf howling at the moon—rests in his chest pocket. He also wears white gloves, gray pants, and polished black shoes. The man bows. “Alpha High General Albert of the Howlite Pack, I am Nolan. I’ll be your family’s personal royal butler.”

He started to walk into the house but the butler stopped him. "Y-Young master, what if you visit your friend or treat them to eat outside? Since you and master fight a while ago?" The butler said. The wrinkles on his forehead deepened. Instead of listening to what the butler said, he turned his back and went straight inside the house. "Y-Young master! Please stopped, listen to me first!" The butler runs after him. Weird, very weird. The butler is not acting normally. He looked at him angrily and glared at him. He may be an Omega now but he used to be an Alpha. Above all, he is a Lopez!

the butler said, guilt shining in his eye, making me feel bad. "It's alright, it was my fault too, I am so unobservant that I forgot about you," I replied. "BTW we are equal, now right? Oh, but what's your name if you don't mind me asking..." I trailed off. "Oh, My apologies, I should have introduced my self. My lady, my name is Alfred and I am the family butler. I've been here for so long that sometimes I also forget I'm a worker, not a family member," he replied, shaking my hand with his making me chuckle at his truthfulness.

his sister pointed out. "What she wants... doesn't matter." Sergei briefly looked down at me. Wow, typical male breed. No different from my own nightmare of a father. I wondered what hell I would have to endure now that I was married to this monster. "Alek," Sergei took a name, and a man in his 50s stepped forward in the conversation. His silver strands were perfectly slicked back, and that perfect crisp black tailored suit gave away his role. He was the butler here. "Take her to her room," Sergei commanded.

I need answers from him before anything else can happen and for that to happen I need to keep my calm. "Look at me," I command, my Alpha tone coming out firm. Alberto's head flies up until his eyes are directly on mine. "Alpha, please, let me explain." He sounds off. The Alberto I know is always a happy soul, the heart of any party, so seeing him like this is throwing me off. Then again, the Alberto I know wouldn't betray his pack or Alpha, so what do I know?

I pressed, feeling the weight of the night’s unfinished business pressing against my ribs. The butler hesitated, his eyes flickering to the corridor as if measuring whether the truth could be spoken without breaking something fragile. “It is Alpha Osen… and his mate, Emon.”

"I will leave if I sense I am becoming a burden to you or your brother." "Come se mio fratello ti avesse mai lasciato andare!" She murmured. What's with the Italian? (As if my brother would ever let you go.) "In English, please?" "Right. Sure, Anna. Now, come on!" Her enthusiasm was really contagious. She found herself chuckling while Alexie dragged her to the enormous double doors. Before they even reached the entrance it was opened by a prestigious-looking elder garb in a perfectly tailored suit. She glanced shyly at the imposing man. "Anna, this is our head butler Baxter. Anything you need, he is the go-to guy." The man bowed deeply before them like they were royalty! Maybe Alexie was one

The young man behind the wheels of the vintage vehicle greeted, glancing at the rearview mirror and then his gaze returned to the road. Sarah nodded in response, then rested her head on the side window. Feeling all sort of mixed emotions swirling around in her chest. She closed her eyes for a while, then a thought came into her mind. She immediately opened it. "James right?" She asked looking at the Butler that sat at the other end. James nodded in response, with an expressionless face. "Aren't you too young to be a Butler? You look just a few years older than me."...." .

The Master vampire Lucian, that is who I think he is raises his hand and the other vampire bows his head and takes a step back. "Let her talk Luke. What she is talking about is right. Recently she saw one of our own misbehaving with a human and now she was bought here under the pretense. We didn't give her a very good impression. Is it right to miss Althea" he is playing with me? He wants to show me that he is on our side and we are safe here. Well too bad for him, I have been with my grandfather all my life and studied psychology as a hobby to understand him better.

Albert did not flinch when he heard what his butler––Antonio Cremonesi––said to him. It hit him like a blast of magical energy. His eyes blinked in disbelief at what he had just heard, staring at the figure of the man whom he had trusted as his butler for the past two years.