Black Butler Ciel Phantomhive Novels & Stories

The aura inside Le Ciel Blanc turned as scary as the grave. Julian Blackwood, a man who once glorified pure Alpha blood, now no longer cares about the rest of his humanity. A sick obsession with Chloe boils over his sanity, awakening the mutated monster instincts that have been forced to life by Baron Vane's dark science.

“My eyes are burning and I have a headache. I think I am going to fall sick anytime.” “It is normal for newly turned to feel that way, or better still, because of the blood that now runs in you,” Bathilda said. “Who is she again?” Harper asked Amber. “I am Bathilda from the Blackburn Coven, a Nightblood and the army commander of our Hedda, the Chosen One; Kyra Blackburn,” Bathilda introduced herself. “The Chosen One,” Harper repeated and she turned to Amber. “Did Mr. Evans not say something like that while rea—”

' Gabriele thoughtfully glance at the guy who finally came in front of him and stopped, keeping a little bit of distance from him. His looks were ordinary but the sharp grey and shallow eyes stood out of this ordinary features and the expensive clothing he wore. He smiled and offered his hands covered with white cloth. Gabrielle stared at it before finally reaching out for it to shake with a reluctant expression even though that expression can’t be seen. The guy in front of him as if noticing his reluctance at shaking hands on him, take back his hands immediately after a brief contact of Gabriel skin. He smiled once again and offered to introduce himself, "I'm Cuzo. Clone and Kuro Young Mast

Janet said before heading towards the kitchen. "I'll look after her ma! but for now....... I'm only offering to drive her around since that's what my boss assigned me to do". Mister Black said before getting up from the dining chair. How he's behaving is Damn creepy, 'like what the hell!'. Mister Black is behaving like a nonhuman base on his method of talking. He didn't even blink while he was staring at Cecelia. He wasn't staring at her with lust, neither was he staring at her with disgusted eyes, but he was staring at her with the types of eyes that carries different emotions.

We reached the nursery wing just as the first black beetles began to emerge from the ornate silver grates in the ceiling. But they didn't reach the beds. Standing in the center of the room, her eyes wide and glowing a solid, terrifying violet, was Celine. She wasn't asleep anymore. She had sensed the threat to her kin. She raised her hand, and the black beetles didn't attack her. They obeyed her. She was the Void-Born; she was their natural commander. She gathered the swarm into a tight, vibrating ball between her palms. "Celine, don't!" I shouted, bursting into the room. "If you take them into yourself, you'll lose your mind again!"

Her skin was practically translucent now, golden light pulsing beneath it in time with her heartbeat. "It won't stop," Vivienne said, something like compassion crossing her features. "But you can choose how it proceeds." The first figure appeared in the chamber entrance—Leon Blackthorn's dark suit immaculate despite whatever chaos he'd navigated to reach them. His eyes were no longer human, shifting between obsidian black and midnight blue. Behind him came others: a red-haired man whose skin seemed to shimmer with heat, a pale blonde whose breath frosted the air around him, a silver-eyed man with electricity crackling between his fingers.

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."

I cut him off impatiently as we geared towards the front door. It abruptly opened and in front of us was an old butler. My eyes narrowed, he looked human. To make more caution, I threw a dose of wolfsbane powder at him. It had no effect, only making him cough instead with a frown on his face. “Can I help you gentlemen?” “He seems human.” Sebastian whispered from behind me. I scowled deeply, “We’re looking for someone. Asher Blackwood and Aurora Thompson to be precise.” I studied his face greatly for any sign of a facade, he remained stoic, eyes expressionless, “I don’t think I know who that is.”

Then I hurried to Kuroyuki, who was maintain the wall from the silhouettes. "Kuroyuki— is that what I think it is…?" I asked. "…They— are us," Kuroyuki answered. The silhouettes are August (sword silhouette), Blaze (armbar silhouette), Kuroyuki (spear silhouette), Persia (black card silhouette), Rumelia (black string silhouette) and Kronos (black bullets silhouette). "They are one person short— so it's me who's not in there, huh. What is the meaning of this…?"

Narco said with a grin. Everyone looked in the same direction when a Butler appeared to them who was just as tall as Blanche. He has pale white skin but fewer muscles. The Butler is wearing all black and with black round eyeglasses without lenses. He motioned the Queen's carriage to go the other pathway and the rest just stayed there waiting for the Butler to do next. No one speaks. Dreygur, whose eyes were red from crying, put on sunglasses to hide it. He came down and this time Cataleia is with him hugging his arm. "Allow me to introduce myself. I am Hades, one of the loyal and strongest Butler of the Queen. I am here to guide the VIP guests and provide for all their needs. Feel free to ca