Black Butler Backgrounds Novels & Stories

But now that it was under the daylight, I noticed the large grass field that was divided by a gray tiled walkway in the middle. The car moved forward until I could see the facade of the mansion that stood proudly and held its own eloquence. It rolled in front of the same fountain with the statue of the wolf howling at the sky. But unlike other statues, the color of this statue was black. A man who I assumed to be the butler walked to our car and opened the door for Dominic. He stepped out and spoke something to the butler who bowed his head. I looked back at the entrance of the mansion.

She softly flung open the window and took a peek outside. She could see two men conversing and exchanging objects, but she was unable to make out what they were exchanging. It was dark outside, and her eyes were already tired and yawning for some sleep. One of the men appeared to have the same body type as the butler, and she was able to identify him by his shape, but she was unable to identify the other man. The other man was dressed in all black, and he had a hat on that covered his face. They shook hands, and the man left the mansion as the butler returned to the house.

the annoying brute's voice could be heard from inside the study room. The butler opened the door and stretched out his hands as a sign for me to go inside, I walked into the room and the door was gently shut closed behind me, the butler left already. Looking around the study room which clamored for nothing but luxury in every bit of it. Books and envelopes were neatly arranged on the shelves, the room was painted with shades of grey and white color with a table and chair close to the center of the room. There were also two couches facing each other in the room and a large window on both sides of the study.

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.

A savage growl echoed, followed by a horrible sound of flesh being torn. Adrian, still in crow form, tilted his head on the branch, watching everything coldly. “Pathetic,” he cawed, bored. The butler tried to crawl away, his hands shaking and his face dirty with earth and blood. His eyes met those of the panther, which now walked slowly toward him, its muzzle dripping with the blood of the wolf it had just killed. “Please…” Blackwell begged. “I just wanted to live… I just wanted to be like you…”

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.

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.