Ash Black Butler นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.

Seeing that talking to the butler was fruitless, he decided to look for Asher himself. He was really tired, yesterday he couldn't sleep well because he was just too excited, and now this morning, he was forced to wake up really early. He hissed in frustration and asked, "Where is Asher?. The butler smiled and said," He's still asleep". Chris gritted his teeth in anger, "Oh, he's still asleep, by this time". The butler gave him a meaningful smile, but he didn't say anything. "Stop giving me those creepy smiles, I almost had goosebumps". Chris said with a pout, showing his arms to the butler which made him speechless.

Lola was panting as she watched the girl fighting for her life on the floor. “She walked in through the doors and fell… The poison has spread,” Mr. Blackwood explained, standing behind his wife. Ash shouted. He raised his arm, and his fist pounded into the wall. Shards of concrete broke loose from the hole that had been created. His knuckles were barely red when he pulled his hand away, but he didn’t look like he was finished. The punch was just the beginning. Ash wanted someone to pay, and he wanted to be the one who reaped the price.

"You .. Don't have a soul ." he said with an unwavering eyes. who is he ? what is he talking about soul ?. I just wanted to take a walk in the garden alone for some peace while Ash went to check whether the Royal Ball is started or not ; so in the meantime , I thought of admiring these flowers ;soon I heard footsteps approaching closer to me . I turned back to see who is it. But unfortunately Its not Ash ,its a silhouette of a man in his twenties , I can see the lining in his silky black hair that's moving gracefully in the air . I don't know a character with black hair in this novel .is he a side role? but he's uselessly handsome.

Butt Majestically posed when he heard the call. 'So this one is what? A female?' Luis Park thought. With, that yell he can still differentiate a woman between a man. "God! Darkness! Please help me! I will do anything for you! Please..." The person in black beg. "Haha!" Butt laughed. "Butt stopped that!" Luis Park called. "I'm sorry, master." "M-master?" She called. Note: This person in black is a she. "Why are you running away from them?" He asked

Isabelle let out an exasperated sigh as Ash stood in front of her. Ash was a tall girl but she had poor posture, and today her brown eyes looked tired. Her shiny black hair was tied up in a bun on top of her head, making her look like a matron. "You look like hell, Boots. What's wrong with you?" Ash smoothed her hair back and moved to rub her eyes. Isabelle slapped down her hand. "Hey!" Ash yelped.

She couldn't believe she was about to cry. Maybe she wanted to cry because she was frustrated and not because of Henry or Annabelle or something, she tried to convince herself. She picked up her food. "Come on" She said to Henry who was still seated. He couldn't believe their lunch was almost ruined by Charles. As Ashely made her way to leave, Charles gripped her hand. Henry's eyes glowered and in a flash, Ashely saw the color of his eyes change to purple. In a flash, the color of his eyes were back to normal. He pushed Charles so hard, he staggered backward and let go of Ashley's hand.

Dark. Intricate. Not ink. Not entirely. Something older. Something that doesn’t belong on human skin. My breath catches. Because I’ve seen it before. Not like this. Not fully. But pieces of it. Fragments. Etched into old books. Spoken in warnings. Taught to pups who were expected to lead one day. My hand stills. My gaze locks onto it. “What… is that?” Nyxara moves instantly. Too fast. She grabs my wrist and shoves my hand away from her, stepping back in the same motion, putting distance between us again.

“…we wouldn’t be talking.” ⸻ Alessio descended the front steps alone. Every guard tried to follow. He lifted one hand. They stopped instantly. The rain soaked through his black overcoat as he came to a halt only a few meters from the stranger. “You crossed my gates.” His voice remained steady. “You attacked my family.” “You murdered my priest.” He paused. “Now tell me your name.” The older man removed one glove. Extended his hand. “Asher Volkov.” “The First Chairman of the Black Council.”

~Alaya I'm not sure why my mind decided the man in front of me should have been Alpha Asher. It works in a strange way like that. So when it saw that the man is not in fact Asher, I was oddly disappointed. Instead, the man doesn't have the magnificent golden eyes I had expected. They are the same hazel to dark brown colour that most Desire Pack members sport. He has rather bland features too, however, he is still attractive. He can be as attractive as he wants, it doesn't make me any less creeped out.