Black Butler And Ciel Novels & Stories

“I’m sorry, do we… know you?” The girl tilted her head, her long auburn hair falling over one shoulder. “No, not really,” she said easily. “We haven’t met before.” She extended a hand toward Piper, her smile unwavering, “I’m Cecil Black.” Her tone was gentle, but something about it felt odd, or rather, rehearsed. Piper reached forward to shake her hand, still confused. “Well, I’m Pip—” “Piper Moore,” Cecil interrupted, finishing the sentence for her.

"Good. From this moment on, you have exactly one life. And it belongs to me." She tilted her head, looking back at Sebastian. Her lips moved in a silent, imperceptible ghost of a phrase: The third drop. I have it. Sebastian’s silver eyes were a chaotic storm of pride and agony. He stepped forward, taking his place half a step behind her—her shadow, her guardian, her weapon. But the game wasn't over. From the dark waters to the starboard side, a ghost-like submarine, painted in a matte black that seemed to swallow the light, breached the surface. On its conning tower was a stark, white emblem of a serpent with its jaws wide.

It was a quiet noon as usual in the library in Cecilia’s mansion. Cecilia was chatting with Yuki while she was reading a novel. Cecilia rested her head on the table while she talked and Yuki only replied every now and then with a few words. Cecilia was pretty much talking to herself really. While they were talking, Yuki noticed a group of people in armour was marching down the lane by the window. Upon closer inspection, she identified that they were knights from the Stone, Umbra and Minos noble families. She knew something was up.

He’s holding me so close to him! “Tsk, the delusional duo” Zorien tusks aside, turning to leave with Ashton and a seething Kitra who walks up to join them. I don’t think he’s ever dressed in bright colors at all. Decked in an all-black outfit with an expensive black leather jacket on top, it’s like he’s living up to his dark nature. “Should we go?” I hear Ciel ask and turn my neck to the side, meeting gazes with him.

Her vision blurred and her eyes watered. No, this can't be happening. Her hand went to his face. It was cold and hard. And his skin, it had started changing color. "Master!?" The Butler seemed about to have a heart attack and he let out a loud curse. Hailey looked up at him, trying to muster up a word. "W-what is wrong with him." But the Butler's attention wasn't on her. He brought out his phone and started fiddling with it. He didn't seem to have a firm grip. Then he tossed his phone and sprang up to run for the stairs.

“You found the wrong person. The two of us have decided to retire from the underworld and start a decent business from now onwards.” “You’ll have to meet them whether you like it or not,” Butler Yates said icily. Just as he stopped talking, his subordinates backed away. At the entrance, two silhouettes appeared. One of them was dark-skinned; only his eyes and teeth were white. The other was sickly pale, with withered yellowish hair. The only physical similarity the two shared was the golden belts strapped around their waists. Old Niner found the sight amusing. “What’s with those two? Shooting for a movie? You’ve even got golden belts on you, huh?”

lord Aizenberg shouts, raising a finger in sheer anger but he was not able to continue speaking as he noticed how the prince was looking at him with an unamused stare. That quickly made the man quite down on the side, lowering his head in defeat as he was unable to make any more excuses. “Prove it, prove to me that the blood is for a dish,” the Black Knight speaks once more, placing his chin on his resting hand as he gave her a challenging look. Karilaya felt her whole insides melt, her knees tremble as she somehow felt that ominous voice travels through her spine. There was something in the man’s voice that kept making her weak out of sheer terror and panic.

The old butler immediately obeyed his master's order, glancing at Asteria surreptitiously. Asteria, who was currently in the middle of descending the stairs was embarrassed. However, she seemed to ignore Asher's smooth way of addressing and walked faster. By the time she reached the bottom floor, the butler had come back. "My Lord, the carriage for the Madam is ready." The butler, albeit old, was a tactful person and know how to conduct herself. Seeing that Asher had blatantly announced his partner in such a way, he naturally didn't dare to act otherwise.

But the man face was cloud in dark clouds. He is the one who have the final say in his house. Not some low life butler that have lived for 500 years and thought he had the right to stand in front of him and talk? "I seen your eternity have been too much for you!" his voice was just like the fireblade arrow pierce into the butler soul. Knowing what he meant and the coldness in his face. The Butler simply goes on his knees readily. "Milord, please forgive me I did mean to upset you"

Never showed mercy. He looks at Kael. Smiles. Missing teeth. "War criminal," he calls. Voice like gravel. "I will make this slow. For the sport." Kael says nothing. His eyes find mine. Gray. Steady. He nods once. I nod back. The signal comes. They shift. Both. Full wolf. Kael is gray. Large. Beautiful. The Butcher is black. Larger. Twisted. Wrong. They circle. The Butcher lunges first. Fast. Too fast. Kael dodges. Barely. Claws rake sand where he stood.