Black Butler Ciel Novels & Stories

There was already three cups at the table and a pot of tea sitting along with a plate of cookies in the middle. "Now I hope you're not going to stay distracted over the fish their whole visit," Aurelio teased him playfully to announce our presence. I heard the guy over the koi pond chuckle and rise to his feet, sitting the bottle of fish food down by his tea. He turned to look our way then and reached out an arm to greet us with a shake. Taking in his appearance I was glancing into red mirroring eyes and dark brown hair that was natrually curly and cut short to bring out his strong shaping jaw line. It was like I was looking into a mirror but with slight different features. Unbelievable. He

She had seen enough movies to know how this old butler could turn against her if she wasn't careful. "Move!" She roared, motioning for the man to lead the way. "Please don't shoot me, I have a little grand daughter under my care, please-" The butler whimpered shuffling to the door he had pointed out. But his pleas fell on deaf ears. Céline would not hesitate to shoot him, if she felt he was lying. She followed closely behind him, the gun pressed to the back of his head. With shaky hands, the old butler opened the door and there, in the middle of the study, sat a man that filled up the entire seat, with eyes that reminded her of Damien's.

AI3 explained everything to her. "Why is he blackened?" She asked feeling a bit confused. "During his cultivation, He was inflicted by the Demon's power which caused his souls to blacken " He paused. "And you are also give the task to save his blackened soul " AI3 finished and found a place to hide to avoid his furs being pulled out again. "So between this world and the lady world, This world seems to be more dangerous " "Yes!" AI3 responded. Rose Blair walked out of the restroom and Saw Nora still waiting for her.

When the doors opened, it showed a fine-looking young man with a tray on hand— "Good afternoon, Milady. A letter has arrived from the House of Sokolov." This fine-looking young man is Nikos Silvestre, my butler. He has this dark emerald eyes that might hypnotize anyone who stares at it long enough, a roman nose, and pale pink smooth sharp lips. His hair a mossy green that complements his porcelain skin tone. He's from a family who succumbed to poverty when a great plague hit the whole kingdom. My family helped them and in return— they promised their loyalty to us. Thus, his family worked hard on learning how to become a great butler and it passed down from generation to generation and him. O

he growled. The rouge in the black cloak laughs sardonically. “Oh, you can’t kill me, alpha. I’m the key to your heir’s life…” the rouge smiled wickedly, and a small bottle appeared in front of him at some point. “Does it ring a bell, alpha?” Drake and Beta Dillon look disappointed. “How dare you!” Drake growled.

Shortly after that, Black ace appears into the room with a cunning laughter making a dry joke. Elizabeth " Sorry everyone.. I was just looking for a certain individual that came flying through here? Did anyone manage to see him? He hasn't paid for his flight tickets 🎫 (laughs) Infuriated by the rude interruption, Clement lashes out at Black ace angrily but he was quickly silenced by the young lady after coming face to face with a loaded revolver, pointed between his eyes. Clement " Are you MAD? DON'T YOU KNOW THIS IS A PRIVATE MEETING? Elizabeth" (pointing gun at Clement) Shut up you old fart! Unless that is you want me to fill your skull with lead.

Sienna I felt the ground beneath me shift as I saw a figure clad in black leap onto Lucian from behind, wielding a bat. However, Lucian had grown up in an environment full of backstabbers, so he wasn’t fazed when he heard my warning. Instead, he turned and grabbed the bat before it could hit him—at a speed that was nearly inhuman. His icy blue eyes were now frosty with rage, the storm within them brewing to its peak. Anyone would shiver under that gaze. Instinctively, I touched my belly as I backed up, watching Lucian lunge at the attacker. A sickening crack echoed through the space, and the man collapsed, motionless.

A figure came out from the shadows, dressed in all black outfits, the Chandelier casting a light on his devilishly handsome face. Ciro Conti. My nails dug into my palm, having sent the likes of him to prison for years, who would have thought that one day I would end up in the hands of the king amongst them all. “Leave us” She bowed and walked out without looking back. My toes curled as he walked closer to me, “what do you want?” My words came out firm, not betraying the turmoil going on inside me. “My brave little one” he reached out, I smacked his hand away before they could touch me,

“CENT, HEY GIRLIE!” The faint familiar voice of Matilda stood out amidst the buzzing noise in the hallway. After the three-hour lecture led by the crazy teacher, Asmodeus the Lustful. Instead of using her butterflies, Cent decided to walk and manifest her real form. Upon remembering what those students said during the class of History of Demonic Arts, Cent realized that being the conventional nobody would surely lead to her untimely death.

What am I going to do for forty minutes? I sit in front of the mirror, staring at myself. I don't look like me. Cecily Turner from Silverstone would never wear make-up or a dress or even the inch heels I'm being forced to wear. She wouldn't be preparing to be the Luna of Black Shadow, the largest and strongest pack. The girl I was staring at wasn't Cecily Turner, fighter of Silverstone. She was the Luna of Black Shadow, a fighter and protector. "Princess? You still alive in there?" A soft knock comes from the door and a smile takes over my face.