Black Butler And Ciel Novels & Stories

(Elaine’s POV) I was enjoying my breakfast when a butler—black shiny hair with ear length bangs covering half of his forehead and one of his eyes—His dark brown eyes shot me a glance as he stepped near Madam Rhea and whispered something to her. Madam Rhea replied back, before motioning her hands to another butler—one who was standing at the side of the dining hall as if preparing for any call. A few moments after that, the same butler returned to the dining hall with a black purse on the tray in his hands. Madam Rhea picked up the purse and unzipped it. Then, talking something again with the black haired butler, she handed him an object that looked like a piece of card. After that, the butle

Lycan said coldly, and gave him a slap that sent him sprawled on the floor, he turned around and left with his assistant. Master Celestial inhaled a deep breath, madness flashing in his eyes, “I will kill you, bastard!” he roared angrily but didn't dare to move forward. He saw that the butler was still videoing, and his facial expression changed drastically, “what are you still videoing?” he asked angrily. The butler put away the phone and laughed cheekily, “I am sorry” he apologized. Master Celestial's chest heaves rapidly, and his facial expression is a little ugly when he regained his rationality, “delete it” he told the butler.

The butler's eyes almost popped out, he looked at the gentle expression of Asher and was speechless. Asher looked at the Butler calmly, and Said, "Meet my wife and son". The butler almost fell down in shock. He stared at the mini version of Asher and knew that he was telling the truth. So he put on a smile quickly and greeted, "Madam, and young master, welcome to your new home". He was grinning in happiness. Compared to that bitch Chloe, he preferred Kiara. Kiara raised her head up and smiled sweetly at the butler, the butler quickly covered his mouth in shock.

Ciel put his hands on the desk and leaned forward. “Daria is mine, she’ll always be mine, I wont let anyone ever have her. And the next time I even get the slightest hint that you have the tiniest bit of desire or lust towards her. I will destroy this whole damn mansion and empire. Are we clear?” Ciels voice was deep, strong, and menacing, and he meant every word of it. Lucifer just nodded. It amused him that Ciel would threaten him as if he could actually harm him; his Empire was a different story. Lucifer could see the seriousness in Ciel’s red eyes, so he nodded in agreement, and Ciel just walked away, slamming the door behind him.

William laughed, a sliver of disdain visible in his eyes. For Brenton, he could sense that his opponent was at the initial stage of the semi-god level. He had nothing to be afraid of as he had already achieved the last stage of the semi-god level! Meanwhile, Mindy had arrived at a square where she asked a man, “Where’s the butler? Do you know where he’s at?” The man smiled. “Butler Titus seems to be at the master’s quarters with Beth. After all, the master’s condition is degrading, and they constantly visit him.”

From inside the office fireplace, Ignatius’s blue flame roared to life, crackling loudly. "The traitor is the butler. Blackwell. He sold himself for the promise of immortality. He’s trying to escape through the forest." The black panther let out a low, deep growl that made the walls tremble slightly. Its red eyes blazed with fury. "Go," ordered the spirit. Meanwhile, in the bedroom, Lucian slowly pulled his face away. Larissa looked at him with wide eyes, breathing hard. "I... I couldn’t stop," she whispered, ashamed.

Her skin was practically translucent now, golden light pulsing beneath it in time with her heartbeat. "It won't stop," Vivienne said, something like compassion crossing her features. "But you can choose how it proceeds." The first figure appeared in the chamber entrance—Leon Blackthorn's dark suit immaculate despite whatever chaos he'd navigated to reach them. His eyes were no longer human, shifting between obsidian black and midnight blue. Behind him came others: a red-haired man whose skin seemed to shimmer with heat, a pale blonde whose breath frosted the air around him, a silver-eyed man with electricity crackling between his fingers.

“You are my mate. Regardless of whether we have done the ceremony yet, you are my Luna.” My cheeks flushed at his words; the thought of being a Luna had weighed heavily on my mind, but now was not the time to dwell on it. “Come this way,” the butler said, clearing his throat. The butler was a tall, lanky man with hair so dark that it was like charcoal. He walked in long strides, his head held high, and his hands clasped together behind his back.

With a respectful nod, he chose not to press the matter further. As a fellow servant, the butler had a keen sense of the situation. While he could display a certain haughtiness towards the common folk under the patronage of Count David, he understood that it was important to maintain a level of decorum, even with Baron Riel, the cousin of Duchess Isla Whitepalace, who held the title of Baron of Ice Demon City. Riel's noble blood coursed through his veins with a regal superiority unmatched by any other. Despite whispers of his commoner origins, such talk was forbidden among the servants. His status as a butler to a count did not grant him the privilege to discuss such matters.

She gave me a quick shake of the head, subtle but firm. I froze. Why? Then it clicked. Elder Luna Black hadn't looked at anyone else. Not Zaria. Not York. Not even Alpha Yardley. Like the rest of us were extras, and Sebastian was the only one on the call sheet. The silence that followed didn't feel awkward. It felt rehearsed. Familiar. Like everyone already knew their place. Finally, Sebastian broke the pattern. "Grandmother, this is Cecilia." His voice was calm, without a trace of hesitation. "My fated mate."