Black Butler Backgrounds Novels & Stories

Betty smirked at her. They have reached the end of the hallway and it lead them to a more gorgeous part of the house. A freaking Lanai. Covered with monsteras and there was an infinity pool that looked so cool. Max. All of a sudden had the urge to swim. It was getting pretty warm in Alabama these days. There sat, Quentin Black. In his velvet black robe and a white shirt inside. Still in his blue pajama and leather slippers.He was peacefully sipping a steaming hot cup of coffee. In front of him, lay a newspaper and a cellphone.

The shades are dark, a euphoria of smoke, white lines visible around the smoke. I run my hands along the framework. What does this mean? My eyes linger on the framework, upon seeing that the butler has walked further; I hurriedly walked ahead, ignoring the feeling that bugs me. What does that artwork mean? And, who painted it? I sighed, trailing behind the butler. I know what I am about to do, I am going to walk into his den, and only goddess will make me come out alive. “There we are, miss.” The butler says, his English deep with an accent. He makes way, letting me enter the room. I expect to see a room filled with people, but Zeke’s the only one sitting down and eating.

The man himself stood with his back to them, gazing out through the panoramic windows at the city below. "Ms. Chen. Mr. Vitale." Blackwood turned slowly to face them. He was older than Maya had expected, with silver hair and sharp features that spoke of both intelligence and ruthlessness. "Thank you for coming." "Your invitation was... difficult to ignore," Maya replied carefully. A thin smile crossed Blackwood's face. "Please, sit." Two chairs faced his massive desk. Maya and Luca exchanged a glance before complying. "No Marcus Hoffman today?" Blackwood asked, taking his own seat.

I threw the shirt away from me like it had burned me, watched it land on the floor across the room. Stood there breathing hard, staring at it like it was a weapon. I forced myself to look away from it, turned my attention to the room instead, really taking it in for the first time. And immediately noticed something deeply concerning about Axel Edgewood’s design choices. Everything was black. The furniture was black. The walls were black. Even the curtains were black, heavy fabric that probably blocked out every bit of natural light when closed. But all of that aside, who the hell had black walls?

The butler led them through the entrance and stopped at the foyer. Two men dressed in black suits walked toward them from the hallway, a sleek black dog with glossy fur walking in front of them. The dog’s demeanor was regal, and, of course, it wasn’t on a leash. The three of them approached Annabelle and Kendrick, and the men in black stopped. Annabelle noticed that they wore white gloves, and each held a golden tray, though she couldn’t tell what they were for.

"But..' she whispers. 'Not now..' he said again, and completely vanished from the room. He walks outside the main gate of the palace, where the garden lies. Petals of sakura leaves were falling down from trees. Surrounded by the sakura trees and a fountain in the middle. Alkhun looks at the water in it and saw the reflection of himself. Black greyish eyes, with black messy hair and white tan skin, pointed nose. Nothing special really, except. He shoved his hair on the forehead theirs a noticeable black scar, a Finger big, undefined shape. He doesn't hate it, he sure doesn't. It is the symbol of the Witch Family of the West.

I couldn't continue looking back, I had to keep moving forward. I looked around the room. It was a large room, but it felt dark and dreary. Not a single portrait or art covered the light grey walls. All furniture was black Not a single item sat on the black dresser on the far side of the room. Even the large, oversized chair, that sat next to the window, was black. I wasn't sure if this room was his or not. I suspected it probably was.

Koishi gulps in response, bits inside his cheeks. "I will be there by your side, master" with the gentle look over the face of the butler with a small smile on his lips. "Thanks, Damien for everything. I don't know what would I do it you weren't there. Thanks for everything" making a butler freeze for a second staring down at his master, eventually nodding his head hearing the door being open. Just then, to see a lady with black hair tied into a bun opens the door, the cat-like eyes with beauty over the side of her cheek. Her eyes move towards the butler then at Koishi making her eyes go wide in response.

(Black butterflies. They weren't beautiful, not like the azules and amarillas that fluttered around Dragon when he was a child—innocent specks of color in his small world. These were dark and menacing. Their wings like shards of obsidian, sharp and glinting. They poured from the crumbling walls, an endless stream of blackness against the decaying adobe. Wings armored like beetle chitin, glinting with miniature skulls etched into the blackness. No—not just skulls. Faces. His face.

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.