Black Butler: Book Of Murder Part 2 Novels & Stories

Brinda slowly climbed out of bed, her pulse hammering against her ribs as a thousand thoughts raced through her mind. If Francesco had truly pranked Marshall and Alessia with The Black Book, then they were walking a razor-thin edge of disaster. She could already picture the storm brewing on the horizon, a tempest of blood and vengeance waiting to swallow them whole. She turned sharply toward him, her voice low, uncertain. “Is this really The Black Book?” Francesco, lounging against the headboard, stretched his arm out lazily, dangling the infamous book between his fingers. A knowing smirk played on his lips. “Why don’t you check for yourself?”

The smugness alone made my fists curl at my sides. “I know it’s no longer news to any of you that Blackwood didn’t die at Axel’s hands, but he murdered London.” His smile widened when he said it. “Still… I thought you all deserved to see him and his wife for what they really are.” He snapped his fingers. Like they’d rehearsed it a dozen times, Esmeraya gestured, and a man rolled in a projector. The lights dimmed. The screen lit up. A familiar basement. Chains. Screams. Blood. And then—Avery. Weapon in hand. Cutting out his tongue with the coldness of a butcher.

He gestured at me. "You can't kill me, Silas. I own this fucking city... and I will get back everything you shitheads took from me." His smile dropped. "I will end The Black Rose..." he seethed. "One petal at a time." He laughed. "Isn't that exciting?" He put his hands in his pockets and turned around, not caring about the gun being aimed at his back. Lorenzo and Noir were behind Silas, along with several men that hadn't been there before, pointing their guns at the opposing men.

Then I saw a faint glow, seeping through the crack of an old wooden shelf. My pulse quickened. I reached out, fingers trembling, and pulled the door open slowly. The creak was deafening. “Please don’t let him hear that,” I murmured. Inside it was the Living Book. Relief flooded me. I reached out, fingers grazing its worn leather cover, when I froze. I heard heavy footsteps, drawing closer. No. No, no, not now… I cursed silently and slipped the book back into its place, and closed the shelf careful not to let it slam. Then I moved quickly, darting behind the large black curtain at the edge of the room, pressing myself into the stone wall behind it.

“Doubt keeps you alive.” He reached for a book from the nearest shelf and flipped it open. The pages were blank. “Do you know why my library has no dust?” I shook my head. “Because the books breathe,” he said. “They exhale what others forget.” He offered the book to me. The pages shifted—faint outlines forming, fading, forming again. Names, dates, a line of ink that moved like a pulse: Evelyn Blackthorne arrived under a waning moon. I slammed it shut. “You’re writing my story.”

In the next instant, the heavy door to the cell was blown off its hinges. Through the swirling haze of cordite and smoke, a figure emerged from the fire. Sebastian stood there, his long black trench coat soaked in blood that wasn't his own. His silver-gray eyes burned like twin blades forged in the fires of hell. The makeshift bandage on his left hand was saturated with scarlet, drops of blood hitting the floor with a rhythmic thud, mixing with the stains Ava had left behind. He took a step toward her, his voice a broken rasp. "...Ava."

I placed my palm against the barrier, feeling its cold resistance against my skin. "I am Seraphina Blackthorne, daughter of Alpha Kieran and Luna Raven. This house is mine by blood and right. You will yield to me." For a moment, nothing happened. Then I felt a sharp pain as the barrier tested my claim, drawing a thin line of blood across my palm. Diamond snarled, not with pain but with triumph as the darkness began to dissolve, revealing the chamber beyond.

"The father of the pup in my arms is the Alpha of the Blackrock pack. I need your help." "Look," I whispered into Felix's ear. "It's Faith." Felix remained helpless and unresponsive as drool leaked from the corners of his lips. Faith was momentarily stunned when she noticed us. She then lunged at us with a crazed expression. "Wendy, you bitch!" she shrieked at the top of her lungs. "Long time no see, Faith," I said as I looked at her calmly. "I thought you would be dead by now. I didn't expect you to survive for so long."

“She fading.” “Stay awake, Brett.” “Piercy?” All I could say was in the mind-link. “Brett? Babygirl!” I couldn’t respond, but it wasn’t long before I felt the sparks on my body. “Who’s blood is that? Is that all her?” It was Maddox’s voice. “No.” Beau’s wolf was next to me. “She sliced all their necks.” “Piercy, I’m cold. I’m so sorry.” “Shhh, you have nothing to be sorry for.”

A tall figure emerged through the darkness. He wore a long gray coat covered with faded ink stains. His hair was silver. His face looked calm. Ordinary. Yet something about him felt deeply unsettling. Around his neck hung dozens of broken keys tied together with a black thread. He smiled as if greeting old friends. "So..." "The White Book finally found its way back." His eyes rested on Adrian. "You've changed." Adrian tightened his grip on the pen. "Do I know you?" The man laughed quietly. "You did." "Before you chose to forget."