Black Butler Edward Novels & Stories

A man in a black suit got out of one of the cars, opened the door, and welcomed Edward, who walked over calmly but dignifiedly. Steven, standing by the window from the second floor, caught the scene. His curiosity made him hurriedly open the window curtains wider,

It should be illegal to look this nerve wrecking. The first three buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing a patch of clear slightly tanned skin. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows, showing off the prominent veins that ran up his back hand. I felt the breath hitch in my wind pipes as our eyes met, his mesmerizing green stare made my cheeks flush and my knees go weak, it was like I was paralyzed as I stood there while his eyes still roamed me. "I don't think I've introduced myself. Damon Blackwood" his husky voice made my heart rate pick up. A smirk crawled unto his features as he stretched out a hand for me and I just stared in awe, his words sinking in.

The storm quieted instantly. Silence dropped heavy and unnatural. George stepped forward, aura flaring. “State your name.” The figure lowered the hood slowly. My lungs stopped working. Edward. But not the Edward I remembered. His eyes glowed faintly with something not entirely wolf. Silver veins traced faint lines beneath his skin, like cracks in ice. He looked older. Sharper. Consumed. Viola inhaled sharply behind me. “Edward…” He did not look at me. He did not look at George.

"Prince Nathaniel." A butler greeted us as soon as we entered the palace. Nate, in return, nodded his head to acknowledge him. "Hi, Edward. Is my-" Nate started off but I had to gasp loudly at the name. "A vampire named Edward!?" I gasped. At the mention of his name, the vampire butler named Edward gave me a questioning look. "Yees...?" He asked while dragging the word out. Nate put his arm around me to cover my mouth. "Please, Edward. Just ignore her. Where's my brother Adam?" Nate immediately asked.

he whispered, looking down at the Butcher's hands that held a huge brown coffin. Then watched as the figure disappeared like it was never there. *AUTHOR'S NOTE: So Bleach has made another appearance (＠_＠;). Duke Constantine's butler isn't human too sooooo…. Get used to it because nobody in this book is human nor can they be trusted lol (ノ｀Д´)ノ彡┻━┻. Anyways, what do you think the butler was doing there? Was he doing it on his own or is there something strange going on here?

I said hesitantly. “I’m fine. Thanks for worrying, though,” Edward replied without any change in his tone. I’m sure he’s anything but fine. Edward smiled a little, but our brief conversation ended there. … “Master Edward! It’s a pleasant surprise for you to be here. Welcome home. I will have the chefs prepare dinner immediately,” A man who must be in his fifties greeted Edward with a deep bow. He must be a butler judging from his uniform. “Call me Edward like always, please,” Edward replied with a small smile of his own.

The group's leader, Edward finally spoke. "What do you mean, Mr Black, have we met before?" Yelena asked him with a baffled expression as though she never met him before in her life. Even Halle would have been fooled if she didn't Know their history. Edward was pissed off on seeing her nonchalant attitude. He slapped his hand on the large table in anger but nobody flinched. "The moment I saw you, I already knew you were up to no good. So, because your boss isn't around you decided to misbehave. Yelena, don't cross the line" He fired at her but she only calmly look at him like nothing he said bothered her.

He was obviously unwilling to go, but he was also unable to refuse. I glanced at the two of them before nodding to the butler. "Let's go." Without another word, I turned and walked toward the car. Gilbert and Cheryl reluctantly followed behind me. … The ride was silent all the way to the Hughes residence. As soon as we got out of the car, Edward was already standing coldly on the front steps, waiting for us. He had a stern expression, and his eyes were filled with restrained fury. Looking at Gilbert, he ordered in an icy, emotionless tone, "Gilbert, repent in the living hall."

Eddy held his chin as though he was thinking and shook his head. "I have no idea," he mumbled, "except-" His eyes widened and he grabbed the Butler's should and shook him roughly. "He found her!" The butler frowned and jerked out of Eddy's painful grip. "Found who?" He asked, rubbing his shoulders. "I think be found her," Eddy repeated and started to head towards his own room, leaving the butler standing in the room alone. The butler hissed in dissatisfaction. "Who they hell were they 'founding'?"

The young man behind the wheels of the vintage vehicle greeted, glancing at the rearview mirror and then his gaze returned to the road. Sarah nodded in response, then rested her head on the side window. Feeling all sort of mixed emotions swirling around in her chest. She closed her eyes for a while, then a thought came into her mind. She immediately opened it. "James right?" She asked looking at the Butler that sat at the other end. James nodded in response, with an expressionless face. "Aren't you too young to be a Butler? You look just a few years older than me."...." .