Black Butler Backgrounds Novels & Stories

Then black. Nothing.

The bed frame was a black wooden wolf sculpture that went over the top of the bed, sides, headboard, and footboard. All unique interiors you could think of were arranged at each wall: black wardrobes, black lamps, black curtains, black dressers, a section for a wide desk and desk chair. There was also a huge TV hanging above the ceiling, the tiles were black, the nightstand, black. All shades of black in the room shimmered and glowed, so it looked rich rather than dull. On the walls, there were pictures of Brian looking like a darn, hot. Model. The edit of the pictures made his eyes pop, his tan skin glow, and it made him look even hotter.

So it must be them. Danice raised her brow. “Did you see it with their own eyes that the butler is with them?” “…That…I don’t think so.” “Can you describe what the butler looked like?” “We only met twice. All I remember is that he was tall and had black hair.” Danice frowned. Most butlers were tall with black hair. That description was useless. She pressed him with more questions, but nothing valuable came out. Finally, she dismissed them. “Bring the phone next time,” Danice ordered.

The space feels alive—exposed stone walls etched with faint storm runes that glow softly when the wind picks up outside, mismatched couches dragged into a loose circle, a low table scattered with half-empty mugs of tea, spell textbooks, and a deck of tarot cards someone left mid-reading. A record player in the corner spins something low and moody—old blues filtered through a modern vinyl crackle. Thorne Alexander Blackwood lounges on the arm of one couch, long legs stretched out, black leather jacket slung over the back. His dark hair falls into storm-gray eyes that still carry the faint red rim of vampire lineage, even in daylight. He’s sipping black coffee—straight, no sugar—watching the r

And behind them, Arthur's figure stood tall with a gold pocket watch in his hand. "Bloodmoon's time is up, Mr. Blackwood," said the butler in a deadly formal tone. "Please get out of Miss Chloe's property, or we will clean it up along with your pile of rubbish."

“Snap!” What followed was the sharp snap of the man’s fingers. As if performing sorcery, the room lit up the moment he snapped. As the room brightened, Butler Thomas dropped to one knee in a respectful bow, one hand braced on the other knee. “My Lord.” The man turned, facing Butler Thomas when he heard his voice. He was dressed in ancient regal black attire, as though it belonged to a long-forgotten dynasty. His hair was long and dark, like darkness itself, falling down his back.

ACE By nine in the morning, we were already in Blackwood’s main hall—a place that only ever got used for events like this. The kind where silence is heavy, and everything smells like old money and regret. The sky outside was overcast, shadows of gray-blue light creeping through the tall windows and soaking the room in a cold hue. The Blackwood family portraits lined the walls like judges. Reggie’s was one of the biggest—arms crossed, chest puffed, staring straight at the spot where we were now all seated. It felt like he was still watching. Even from the grave.

(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

Kambiri said as he points at Mikel making Zara'm to give a brief smile. Kambiri walk down to Bella's side and then sat beside her just as the iron rods were separating the two of them. This gives Bella unlimited joy in her heart as she looks into Kambiri's eye. On the other hand, also, it gives Zara'm heartbreak seeing that action, but she managed to control her feeling at that moment. ★Meanwhile★ Ike and Chike A.K.A the men on black were shown to be in their room. It was a room designed with black, the floors are black, the beds are black even the ceiling is black.

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