Ash Black Butler Novels & Stories

"I suppose I could." "Excellent. My car is just here." Sinclair waved at the black sedan parked along the street. The lights turned on, momentarily blinding Belishaw. He raised a hand to shield his eyes as Sinclair stepped out of the way to allow him to climb inside. He was halfway in when he was suddenly shoved from behind. He collapsed onto the seat, and something sharp jabbed into the side of his neck. The beast inside him, the one that always surged to the surface when his life was threatened, now sank deep into a dark abyss beyond his reach. The cool leather seat pressed against his cheek, and it was the only relief he felt as a flood of heat surged within his body.

The expanse above us was a gorgeous shade of blue, and if I kept my back to the bruised streaks of violet forcing their way from the south, I could almost forget the impending doom hurtling towards us. "You okay?" Lillith asked, stopping beside me. Her almost waist length hair was down, neatly brushed and pushed back over her shoulders. "Yeah. Tired is all." Tired of running from the Sades and their Shadow Men. Tired of seeing their victories heralded in the darkening sky and the used bodies left in their wake. Tired of missing Nick, of not knowing where he was or if he was even alive anymore and tired of feeling like a pale skinned, violet eyed freak.

he promises as he paces backwards trying to get away from me. I run towards him swiping my big claws out at him slicing his leg. It was all I could reach but I hear a roar from his black wolf as he shifts back and races towards me. Ashley is excited to be in the fight. She has wanted to take this bastard out and now will get the chance or she will die trying.

Almost endless. The first Queen turns toward me. “This wasn’t born as a chain,” she says. The words appear inside me, quiet and certain. I look at the spiral vanishing beneath the bone dust. “It became one,” I whisper. Her face doesn’t change. “So did we.” A small cry cuts through the field. I turn. A pup stands between two ribs, tiny beneath the moon. His fur holds the light like frost. His eyes are wide and dark. Ashen. I know him without knowing how.

He pursed his lips, and cursed under his breath, before closing the warrior's eyes. "Take him away. Ensure he gets a proper burial." Asher ordered, and the guards bowed, picking up the corpse, and carrying him away. "The blade." Asher demanded, and Joshua handed it to him. The slim and sharp surface was covered in drying blood, and the trace of wolfsbane was evident, as the blood took on a greenish, rotting tint. Nonetheless, the hilt is what truly caught the Alpha's attention. It was made of a clear crystal, with only a thin aluminum wire wrapping around it, creating an intricate design. The tip of the hilt itself held a red seal that resembled a bat's wing crossing a full moon.

The kind of place men like him went when they wanted to feel invisible. I walked in at two-forty-five and spotted him in the corner booth. His gray hair was thinning, he wore a cheap suit wrinkled. The bottle of scotch in front of him was half gone. He looked up when I slid into the seat across from him. His eyes widened then narrowed. “You.” “Zane Callahan.” I leaned forward with my forearms on the table. “I’m here to settle the debt you owe Ethan. I’m willing to pay the four million so that Lila can have her life back.”

Behind her are Seyla, Rowan, and… Luca. Oh Gods. Kill me now. Every single one of them comes to a stop. Seyla’s eyes immediately lock onto my face. Rowan’s eyes immediately lock onto Callan. Luca’s eyes lock onto Callan. And ten feet behind Callan, whom I didn’t even notice before during my spiral, Fenrir. The massive direwolf stands several feet behind his bonded, black eyes silently watching. I swear the beast is the size of a horse. Silence falls. Then Rowan breaks it.

“You didn’t send a call. But you leaked it. And now the dark knows where you are.” Althea’s blood ran cold. Umbra rose, stepping between her and the room’s far corner, teeth bared at nothing visible. A shadow shivered against the wall—wrong, misshapen, then gone. Hiraya saw where the dog stared. Her face paled. “You see? Already.” Her voice broke. “Bunso… you’re a hammer. And right now, you swung yourself straight at the one family clever enough to use you as a weapon.”

(Alfred Monticello) As always, it was a familiar face, that greeted me today. It was the Beaver Ninja that always by my side as the leader of my secret service agents, Sasu. Whilst Sasu were in attention, his shadow wiggle a little bit, then suddenly that very shadow slowly turned real, and formed, my Arch Lich, immortal Butler, that always smiling as he saw me.

"He's checking how we fight together. Don't give him the pattern. don't give that bastard anything to learn from." We adjusted. I took the heavy center, absorbing the worst of the impact so the others could work, gritting through every blow like it might be the one that broke me. Kai circled and broke bones, snarling curses at anything that came near Buttercup's side of the mansion. Asher targeted the magical tethers that kept the pairs obedient, his expression somewhere far away in concentration, sweat cutting through the blood on his face. For a moment it worked. Bodies dropped. The pressure eased, and for one foolish moment I let myself believe we might actually hold the line...