Black Butler Backgrounds Novels & Stories

Silas watched me and then followed me curiously. "So you're really a grim reaper?" He asked with interest. "Oh yeah!" I told him and looked at him. "I got kicked out though and stole these from a reaper," I pointed to the glasses. "Without these all reapers can't see." He looked at them with interest. "Really?" He asked and then laughed. "So like Black Butler?" "Yeah," I told him and looked at him. "Very much like Black Butler, except we actually have scythes and blades instead of lawn mowers and other outside equipment for a lawn." He laughed and then smiled hugely.

his butler said for Alex to hiss. “Tell him I’m not in the… “Am I not welcome in my son's home anymore?” An elderly man with a grey mixed with a black color beard and hair walks into the master bedroom. He looks around his son's black-painted bedroom as he sighs because he wonders when he will move on from his sadness. He nodded at the butler who bowed and left. The man sighs seeing his dead wife's big portrait on the wall. “You should repaint your room to a brighter color Alex, black brings bad energy and besides soon, you will have a woman around and I don’t think black is any pretty girl's favorite color,” he said to Alex turning towards him.

he said with a small smile on his face that immediately faded once he saw my facial expression. "No I meant, I wanted to offer you a job, now that I heard you've been fired it's just right timing" he blurted out quickly and nervously , playing with the end of his blazer, boring holed into the side walk. His hand went into his blazer and he pulled out a white card, handing it over to me and I hesitantly took it. My eyes fell on the words "BLACK EMPIRE" written boldly in gold cursive.

Dad grabbed the nurse, throwing her out of the room alongside himself. "Well-done, Emily, you have accomplished your mission." A sinister scent emerged, a wicked laugh echoing across the room. The once blue sky was now a mixture of black and white with the moon reflecting its radiant image. Wails filled the air as a ray of light fell from the sky, hitting a mountain on the other side of town. I groaned, wincing as my hand was scorched by the flaming book. The pages settled, words in red appearing on the pages. "Strigoi, Nosferatu, Jiangshi…"

His skin is pale, almost translucent, giving him a somewhat austere and imposing presence. Dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit, the butler's appearance is immaculate. His white shirt is crisp and spotless, and his black tie is knotted with precision. White gloves cover his hands, adding an extra layer of formality and distance to his demeanor. A small, discreet silver pin adorns his lapel, perhaps a family crest or symbol of the household.

Black’s voice came like thunder to her ears when he only communicated in a low tone. “Cassandra and others will be right behind you to help you out with some things,” The old lady said and Cassandra hurried forward with a smile as she bows slightly. Black’s eyes drifted off from Daphne to Cassandra and he said “There will be no need for that. I don't want any staff of maids at my quarters tonight” he said. Daphne’s eyes blanched as she fiddled with her nails.

Black as midnight. A phantom.

William laughed, a sliver of disdain visible in his eyes. For Brenton, he could sense that his opponent was at the initial stage of the semi-god level. He had nothing to be afraid of as he had already achieved the last stage of the semi-god level! Meanwhile, Mindy had arrived at a square where she asked a man, “Where’s the butler? Do you know where he’s at?” The man smiled. “Butler Titus seems to be at the master’s quarters with Beth. After all, the master’s condition is degrading, and they constantly visit him.”

He was a gentleman and so soft towards her. "Where is Ms Butler?" Christian asked when he saw Sebastian dragging the serving trolly towards the kitchen when the butler replied, "Ms Butler is enjoying her time in the balcony." He walked to the balcony seeing the little girl was laying on the sunbed, her shoulders covered with a little cotton shawl and a glass of juice in her hand. Christian knew Amelia wasn't really fond of drinking. He liked this about her. She was a simple living girl. No fanciness in her lifestyle, no expensive clothes or jewels or attitude.

I answered. “Now, go to the parking behind the apartment nearest to the Han River. Get inside my car. I can automatically open it for you. Just inform me when you get there. Enter on the driver’s side. Then get the clothes under the backseat. Change there. Then call me again. Understand?” Black Dragon explained to me. Even though I hate being commanded, I have to obey him. I knew I already failed on this mission. “Got it.” I cautiously said. “Oh, and remember, keep your eyes open to men having a tattoo on their right back hand. Two swords forming an X.” he finished and I remembered the balloons’ design.