Black Butler Ciel Twin Novels & Stories

She started dragging the fabric up— His fingers clamped around her wrists and pinned them hard to the mattress. “Uh-uh,” he murmured against her mouth, voice dark silk. “Not so fast, little one.” Their foreheads pressed together. Up close the difference between the twins was stark. Ronan’s eyes burned electric blue. Blaise’s were liquid silver, flecked with something that looked like captured moonlight—beautiful and predatory. “I want to see you,” she rasped. “You’re looking at me right now.” “All of you. Please.”

Theron said, “the twins are always painted as heroes. Strong. Clever. Blessed by the Moon. In our reports, they’re something more complicated.” “Kael Nightveil,” Jax said, tapping a pin on the southern map. “Elder twin. Cold, calculating, undefeated in battle. He’s the one who plots campaigns. Negotiates treaties with a knife on the table.” “And Rian,” Rowan added, voice lighter. “Charming, reckless, drinks too much, laughs too loud. But don’t let that fool you. He’s just as dangerous. He just hides the blade in a joke instead of a speech.”

“That’s your ‘safe point’?” The silver dragon let out a tiny belch of smoke. “You’re welcome.” “I’m confused,” Candy muttered, arms crossed. “Who are you people?” “I’m Selra,” said the white witch. “And I’m Velra,” added the black witch. “We’re the Veil-Twins,” they said in eerie unison. “I’m Pyrion,” the dragon yawned, curling into Haunter’s lap more tightly. “Dragon of the Spiral Flame. But you can just call me Pyr.”

Sephora raised her eyebrows twice teasingly, Attempting a cooky grin, "I know mother is so serious about, 'Royal and noble duty,' to carry on the lineage but isn't it fun to think about all the amazing parties that are finally going to be thrown in our castle for this?" For the youngest twin was fully dressed, ready and even eager to attend. She flopped back onto her sisters' dark couch, still keeping her jetblack wings raised.

said Baron, "you guys wait for a while." "Yes, Uncle," Alan replied. Baron soon caught up with William, who had already walked ahead. There was something he wanted to ask the man. "Willy, is Amanda the reason you're still single?" asked Baron mockingly. William turned to the man standing behind him. "Don't talk so much, you just do your job," said William, "they are my family. Amanda and the twins are precious to me, please just focus on looking after them." "Yes, boss." Baron straightened up with a smile. "I will always look after your gem, Willy."

The white haired butler raised his clawed hand; he had now pinned 019 to the ground, ready to claw 019's face to the death. 018 readied to use his sword to stab the white haired butler when he brought 019 face to face with it and then slammed him back on the ground. Again, again, and again. The Shadow growled before mindlessly imbedding his sword into the side of the tailed white haired butler. It opened its mouth, and a ghastly noise reverberated from his throat and then something oozing of smoke came out of his mouth like liquid and landed on the Shadows face.

It wasn’t until I felt Lucifer’s gaze thickening and pressing against me that I tore my attention away from Raven. Lucifer was already closing the long distance between us. “Welcome,” the butler said with a respectful bow, drawing his attention for a bit. It was insane, really, how different they were. A stark contrast in every possible way, yet they were twins. It almost felt like they’d been raised by different families, in different worlds…. maybe even different species.

"Not this time Victor, not this time... you do know my secretary right? "Is she the woman sir" he asked. "That's why I'm confused Victor...she has an identical twin.... look into their past lives , look better into the birth records of the child.... his name is Ryan...please do it urgently Victor and report back to me" I ordered as I disconnected the call. I need to see Ryan...its been a while I saw him and my heart ached because ot it. "Evelyn I need you to drop off some files in the office" I said as I called Evelyn.

Cole’s forehead creased into a tight knot as he watched me take the stage, his fists clenching at his sides. “Bring two sets of parchment and two iron quills,” Chloe ordered the attendants, a victorious smirk spreading across her face. I looked at the staff and corrected her. “Make them heavy bone quills. Double sets.” Chloe’s brows knitted together. “Are you planning to strike the dual-hand script, Doctor?” “Is that a problem for a Kinton Vice President?” I asked, gripping the first bone quill. “The dual-hand script requires a split consciousness,” Chloe stated, her voice rising so the crowd could hear. “Even Grand Mistress Emily Quinn spent a decade in the high mountains before she dared t

I looked untouchable. The elevator chimed, and the twins stepped in like they owned the place, which, judging by their presence alone, they might as well have. Kieran was in a deep charcoal suit, his black hair tied back, the ink at his throat just peeking above his collar. Callum wore midnight blue, crisp and sharp, his ice blue eyes more dangerous than any blade. “Ye're both overdressed,” I teased. Kieran’s smirk was pure sin. “Aye. And so are ye.”