Black Butler Backgrounds Novels & Stories

Floor to ceiling windows stretched across one side of the room, letting in soft afternoon light that spilled over cream walls, expensive art, glass tables, and furniture that looked too rich to be sat on carelessly. Everything looked clean. Like one of those houses in luxury magazines where nobody ever seems to actually live. I turned slowly, taking it in. A sound behind me made me turn. A man in a perfectly pressed black suit approached with the calm expression of someone who had probably seen a lot more dramatic brides than me. “Good afternoon, ma’am,” he said with a slight bow. “Welcome home.” I almost laughed. Home. That was ambitious. “I am Bernard,” he continued. “Mr. Ashton’s butler.”

She is the daughter of my enemy and she will forever remain that way. I pulled my hands away from her and that made me hit the floor. My eyes became close as I tried to regain balance, no one helped me up from the ground, they left me there. Where I laid was sacred and not everyone can come there. I opened my eyes and looked around, princess Lyra was also on the floor, she must have felt that force as well. The sky began to get dark even though it was still morning. The sun began to fade away. " This is a sign that our sacrifice was accepted and peace shall return to us" the council leader said.

His aura became dark, I had to give him a slack his mother death was catastrophic, since his uncle found out about his existence and that he will never have a child of his own as a punishment from Selene for killing his alpha, most importantly his brother, the rumors went crazy of the usurper alpha of the black rose pack. I came back to the reality as Ade knocked the door, she went in and looked at me, she was in a long baby pink dress dread with golden flowers embroidery around the waist with a heart cut and mesh straps that came off her back, she walked in and looked at me “you looking fucking gorgeous Luka” she said, I replied standing up fixing my dress as I stand ”so are you Ade”, anoth

Finally, she could finally take her beauty sleep. " Taika!" Zach exclaimed, placing his hand, preventing her head from hitting the ground. Taika: Zzz zzz . . . A large brown door could be seen far sighted with a butler standing in front of it. The view was getting closer with the strick sounds of heels on the floor. The butler opened the door without any question, revealing a simple design study room, filled with painted picture of a familiar brown haired woman. Tsk! A man in plain white shirt and long blank pant , his apron was stained with different colored of oil paint but one could sense the seriousness, in the man's eyes as he carefully crate his creature.

The white haired butler raised his clawed hand; he had now pinned 019 to the ground, ready to claw 019's face to the death. 018 readied to use his sword to stab the white haired butler when he brought 019 face to face with it and then slammed him back on the ground. Again, again, and again. The Shadow growled before mindlessly imbedding his sword into the side of the tailed white haired butler. It opened its mouth, and a ghastly noise reverberated from his throat and then something oozing of smoke came out of his mouth like liquid and landed on the Shadows face.

Butler Grey’s face paled. “Badly, Alpha.” That single word was enough to make Zaden go still, the air around him seemed to go frigid. In one fluid motion, he rose from his chair, the leather seat creaking softly behind him. His expression remained unreadable, but the air around him tightened, going taut with each passing second. Butler Grey was the first to descend the staircase, his steps light and his hands clasped neatly behind his back. His tailored charcoal suit hung sharply over his broad frame, and the silver ring on his index finger gleamed in the candlelight.

It looked like a fortress. Inside, the air smelled of leather and smoke. The butler, dressed in black, led us down a hallway with paintings that looked older than the country. My heels clicked against the marble floor, each step echoing in my chest. And then I saw him. Santino Blackwood. He stood near the fireplace, the flames lighting his face. He was taller than I imagined, his shoulders broad under a perfectly tailored black suit. His hair was dark, his jaw sharp, his cheekbones cutting. But it was his eyes that froze me. Cold. Stormy. Like they could see through my skin and into my bones.

After he had received the instructions, the man drifted from the wall and moved to plain sight. Ibekwe's heartbeat increased as he saw the white and black paint in different parts of the man's eyes as he came closer to him. The white paint was in his right eye. The black paint was in his left eye. He was dressed in Osisiakalaka's attire and he was chanting a song that Ibekwe had only heard from the mouth of Osisiakalaka. The man that looked like Osisiakalaka ran quickly and stopped. Fear gripped Ibekwe. What will happen now? Why did he stop? Again, the man drove his painted eyes, moving from the desperation that hung on Ibekwe's head to the burden of being disturbed by his own mind that hung

His fingers were cold, but they held on tight. --- The inside of the house was even more overwhelming than the outside. Marble floors, crystal chandeliers, paintings that looked like they belonged in museums. Every surface gleamed, every corner was perfect, every detail had been curated by someone who believed that beauty was a weapon. A butler met them at the door—because of course there was a butler—and led them through a maze of hallways to a room at the back of the house. A study, Ella realized as they entered. Bookshelves lined the walls, filled with leather-bound volumes that had probably never been read. A fire crackled in the hearth, casting warm light across the Persian rug. And beh

What they face was not the weak and helpless ant-like cultivator as they had expected but the wrath of the grim reaper in a black butler tuxedo wielding a rapier. “Sir, I’m afraid you’re in the wrong and at the wrong time. Might I suggest you evacuate out of here at once? Otherwise, I’ll need to forcefully remove you from this world.” The butler in the black tuxedo said toward the invaders in a British accent. The invaders look at each other before some of them rush at the Butler and get turned into thousands of slices of meat cubes as they fall to the ground that was littered with their blood, innards, and organs.