Black Butler Fan Fiction Novels & Stories

William laughed, a sliver of disdain visible in his eyes. For Brenton, he could sense that his opponent was at the initial stage of the semi-god level. He had nothing to be afraid of as he had already achieved the last stage of the semi-god level! Meanwhile, Mindy had arrived at a square where she asked a man, “Where’s the butler? Do you know where he’s at?” The man smiled. “Butler Titus seems to be at the master’s quarters with Beth. After all, the master’s condition is degrading, and they constantly visit him.”

Without thinking twice, he stepped between Kenzo and me, and he said looking at him with fury in his eyes, "Don't touch what is mine again, if you don't want me to rip your hands off" Kenzo looked at him, you could see his canines showing on his face, but he held back and moved a little closer to Black, "This isn't over, and she's not yours," he said, but those words rang loudly in my mind. "We'll see about that" Black said and took my hand tightly, he turned around and led me away from Kenzo, his handheld mine tightly, he walked through the people without even seeing me and saying anything to me, he just let me out of the castle, towards the forest.

Her voice was particularly shrill to my ears. "They're dead! All dead! That is wonderful! I am happy when you are miserable!" My eyes turned red. I swung the knife down hard to stab her. That was when Liam rushed in. A flash of black light flew out from his sleeve. A little Black Dragon lunged at Lucia and bit her throat hard. Lucia held her hand to her throat as fresh blood spurted freely. She fell to the ground. The little Black Dragon turned back to quietly slide up my wrist. He looked up at me. "I'm here to see you, Mom."

“You never even allowed me to kiss you. How do you think that made me feel? I have needs!” I saw red. And heavens, I wanted to paint the canteen red with his blood. I inhaled deeply, trying to keep myself composed. Billy rose to his feet in his ire, seemingly ready to throw a punch or two. Before I could even utter a word, a hand came to rest on Jake’s shoulder, and I followed it to the face that starred in my wet dream. “Is there a problem here?” Mr Blackwood let out. His voice, deep and yet chilly, made me swallow my dread. It also somehow had the knack to make me calm down. How he managed that, I wasn’t sure.

She softly flung open the window and took a peek outside. She could see two men conversing and exchanging objects, but she was unable to make out what they were exchanging. It was dark outside, and her eyes were already tired and yawning for some sleep. One of the men appeared to have the same body type as the butler, and she was able to identify him by his shape, but she was unable to identify the other man. The other man was dressed in all black, and he had a hat on that covered his face. They shook hands, and the man left the mansion as the butler returned to the house.

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."...." .

But she knew he would never agree to it. Sometimes Raven doubted if he still cared for her as he once did. Or if he loved those goons of his more than her. The thought itself brought her blood to a boil. Alexander Black was sitting on the throne-like chair in the centre of the long hall when she saw him—the very place where he may have sat in the past as the Lord of the Black Hall. She knew he hadn't quite moved past it. He often woke up at night after getting a bad dream, screaming in search of his human family. It would take him a while to recover—to remember that they had all perished while he still lived. That his wife and children died thinking his life was extinguished by the plague.

"Britney, it seems like you were overly concerned about a butler! If you're really curious, I have a suggestion for you..." Manuel's eyes narrowed slightly, his pitch-black pupils capturing her, his voice steady. "Tonight, indulge me! I will tell you everything!"

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. Oh, Lila… Mr. Quinn’s golden child. You know very well you’ve been a bad girl. I mean, you’ve had someone else’s cock down your throat multiple times. It’s only right he has someone else’s cock up his ass and down his throat. Don’t you think?” ‎ ‎Ren’s cheeks flushed bright red. He tried to sink further into my chest. Reya clapped once, clearly amused, which only made him press closer to me. ‎ ‎I could see the steam practically rolling off Lila and Haru, their faces twisted with fury. This was turning out to be far more satisfying than I expected. ‎ ‎My eyes finally shifted to my father. I raised an eyebrow. ‎ ‎“Hello, Father.” ‎ ‎His hands balled into fists. “What do you hop

"But you’re still sitting in a chair that’s too big for you." "I built the chair, Father," Maya said, her voice steady. "I think I know how to sit in it." The three of them sat in a silence so heavy it felt like a physical pressure. Then, the door opened one last time. Lucian Blackwood walked in. He looked different today not the shattered drunk from the police station, but not the arrogant billionaire either. He looked like a man with a hidden blade. He took his place at Arthur’s right hand, playing the role of the loyal proxy perfectly. He didn't even look at Maya, though she could feel the heat of the bug she had planted on him vibrating in her mental map of the room.