Black Butler Backgrounds Novels & Stories

“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?”

Sitting on a black leather swivel chair, legs crossed and hands rested on the fluffy armrest, Marco adjusted his blue tuxedo, slicking back his now white hair with gel, giving him a smooth and suave appearance. His eyes flew open as the door swung open, revealing the robotic butler, now dressed in a boyish style, his shaggy blond hair adding to his charm.

The air between them was heavy with unsaid words and crackled, but the knock was stronger this time. With a knot of dread in her stomach, Anita turned towards the door. Nathan let out a sharp breath, combed his hair, and strode ahead. He pulled the door open after unlocking it. On the opposite side stood Sebastian Blackwood. The man was a powerful figure, dressed in a fitted black suit. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and had icy, merciless blue eyes.

But I guess that was what this was. A black wedding. And then I saw him. The man of the fucking hour. Sitting on a high seat, a throne carved from blackened bone and obsidian. I’d heard that it was the remains of his enemies that built that throne, but I’d expect nothing less from Rhett Blackwood. His heavy arms rested on the lion-wolf hybrids sculpted into the stone armrests and his crown, a surprisingly simple black iron circlet, rested atop his raven locks.

Blakely complimented with a smug look on her face. To be honest the room was absolutely beautiful. Dominated by gray and black—Nickson's favorite color, the room depicts the real Nickson. The large windows that provide stunning views of Atlanta have gorgeous silver trellises. Blakely had to desperately restrain herself from chuckling in admiration. And the workbench used by Nickson is actually no less stunning. It is a special table. Besides being able to be used to work with documents, the table can be spread out to be converted into a sophisticated architect's desk. There was plenty of drawing equipment that Blakely could see in the large cupboard behind Nickson's desk. All the items were

From the inside, the sun had this grey color because of the windows. At last, they all got to a door. It was a big wooden door which was made to look ancient but in reality, wasn’t ancient at all. Two armed men were in front of the door, and they bowed their heads immediately, before pushing the door open for them. Right in Scarlett’s eyes, was a place bigger than anywhere she had seen before. The place was grand. Everything in the room was in black and white. There were portraits of many Alphas hanging on the wall all around the room. Right in the middle stood a large table which held different things.

Unlike his father's study, this was much bigger, and very much more lifeless. You wouldn't need a soothsayer to know it belonged to Spade. Everything on the inside was black, black couch, black Versace wallpapers, with the logo boldly pieced together by tiny other Versace logos, making the design look very scary and soul catching. The chairs in front of the desk on both sides, were made of black leather, the window blinds were also black, making the whole room look like an endless array of blackness and emptiness. Spade took off his jacket and placed it on the chair, he turned around facing Nate and relaxing his back on the table.

“Brooks Designs is no stranger to underpaid labor. This is a capitalist society, after all. We have to do whatever we can to get ahead.” Black’s smile widened as he nodded to someone behind us, and the sound of footsteps filled the room. I turned, my stomach tightening. Six guards, all of them armed with those batons. Batons which were now crackling with electricity. Cattle prods. “Take them,” Black ordered calmly, stepping back from his desk. His attention turned to Betty, his eyes gleaming. “This one, though… I think I’ll keep her. A little insurance policy.” The guard holding Betty’s throat pressed the knife just a little closer, and I could see the faintest trickle of blood begin to bead