Novel & Cerita Black Butler: Book Of Murder Part 2

I asked again. “I’m you.” The voice said. “I’m your wolf. I’m Nyx.” My wolf is a massive black wolf? And I don’t mean just the fur. Her eyes are completely black, the pads of her paws are black, her claws are black. Even her teeth are black. Not from decay either. She is the most solid black wolf I have ever seen. She is more massive and blacker than Aiden’s wolf. This doesn’t make any sense; I’m not an alpha. I thought only alphas got black wolves. “Nyx? How did you get in these chains? How long have you been here?”

Books started to float from the shelves and some covered by dust were already whispering their chronicles early in her ears. —In a definite circle, books began to fall everywhere in the spacious room. Her savagely vicious moves made a victorious win by murdering the light in the library, as the light on her palm went off all at once. Many of the books had a black pigment that was harshly devouring them amidst a world with no identity. "I did it!" She screamed totally after pausing to the last step of her moves. Her eyes were wide awakened by contentment and boast. With quickened footsteps, she dashed to the shelf and found only two books still laying.

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…"

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Instead, she saw the methodical processing of a detective reassessing years of observations. "Okay," Rick said finally. "Werewolves are real. My partner is one. And we have—" he checked his watch "—two hours to stop a ritual murder in a cemetery. What's the plan?" Dominick raised an eyebrow. "He's taking this remarkably well." "He's a good cop," Casie replied, feeling a surge of gratitude toward her partner. "And right now, that's what matters most." Elias spread a hand-drawn map across her coffee table. "The Blackwood family plot is here, on the hill overlooking the river. It's the strongest point of connection between our bloodline and this territory."

Victoria added. "Maybe there's no way to trap him... but--" Petra, who had been silent until now, smirked with an almost mischievous glint in her eyes. "Maybe we can trap his host!" She pulled a suitcase closer, snapping it open with a flourish. Inside lay an ancient, jet-black book with a velvet cover that seemed to shimmer ominously in the dim light. The book exuded an unsettling aura, its pages appearing to drip with a darkness that defied explanation. Each page looked like it had been soaked in shadows, the ink melding with the very fabric of the paper.

Her heart seized. Who opened the door then? And that voice… that scent? What in the Great Mother’s name happened that night? Lillia ventured deeper into her thoughts as Fenris leaned in. That wasn’t an accident. She said grimly. Our killer was especially meticulous to have planned such a clean murder, and made it look like suicide. Agreed. Lillia’s jaw tightened. And they seem to know the palace well. Soon enough— House Blackwell emerged from the bend in the road. The white manor was a sharp contrast to House Greyson.

Instead, I stood frozen as Lucien Black—the devil in a designer fortress—looked at me like I was the weapon he'd been waiting for. "You're insane," I whispered. His thumb traced my lower lip. "Probably," he said. "Ask me again tomorrow. After you've seen the rest." End of Chapter Two.

His features were unrecognizable. Something inside me snapped, and I began wailing uncontrollably. Esther walked over and tried to comfort me. "Eve, is he really Leo? Aww. Don't be too sad. The dead can't come back to life–" I pushed her away and lunged forward before grabbing her by the collar. "You killed him!" She fell to the ground and looked aggrieved. "Eve! I told you it wasn't on purpose! What are you doing?" "Not on purpose? Why didn't you say that when you stopped me from calling emergency services?"

I grabbed a match from the mantle and struck it. “What are you doing?” Silas roared, lunging for me. I dropped the match. The gilt-edged pages, soaked in the dry rot of twenty years, caught instantly. The secrets of the Ares empire—the murders, the bribes, the “Conditioning”—erupted into a wall of orange flame. “I’m clearing the site,” I said. Silas tackled me, the weight of him slamming me into the mahogany desk. We hit the floor, a tangle of limbs and fury. I felt the detonator fly from his hand, skidding across the floor toward the vault.