Black Butler Gregory Violet Novels & Stories

Gina asked. Violet nodded at her nervously. "I am sorry. I… lost my balance.” Zenith strode there with a lightning speed. His eyes were hard and tight. “Then make sure you do not lose your balance again!” His tone came out sharply, making Violet take a step back from him in fear. Zenith gave a warning glare to Greg who completely slipped away from Violet and lowered his neck in submission.

Every whisper of death that had been waiting for me and I smiled, blood and light dripping down my skin. “I am Violet Black,” I hissed, voice echoing with something strange and my body burning with that strange yet familiar magic “And I am done being hunted.” Blue let out a piercing roar that shook the skies, her scales igniting with the same furious light. The ground split open beneath us, glowing lines of energy shooting outward and the monster stumbled, trying to move but it was already too late. My eyes blazed white as I raised my dagger, magic swirling through my veins. “Let’s see who the real predator is.”

He was the smallest of the trio of men, and his eyes appraised me like I was new furniture he was trying to acquire. “Nice to meet you all,” I muttered, with a smile. “How are you red all over but named after a shade of blue?” Calvin blurted, his eyes filled with honest curiosity. The rest of the table erupted in quiet laughter. Only Brian's face remained stoic. Aliya's hand was quick to smack Calvin over the back of his head. “Violet is a shade of purple, and you'll show some respect, even if you can't manage a brain.” She said, her tone sharp but teasing.

Jake and Blake - pawns in a game they barely understood, their eyes wide, skin glistening with sweat. "Who the fuck are you?" Blake's voice trembled with anger, there was an undercurrent of defiance that made my lips curl into a smile. He was staring at one of the men who brought him here, but it was me who they needed to fear. I walked towards them, making sure they saw me well. "I am your worst nightmare," I purred, circling them like a predator, my heels clicking on the concrete floor. "But you can call me Violet." "Violet." Jake spat the name as if it were poison. "What do you want from us?"

Adler was moved by anger, cutting everything off his path, but Victor's sadness demanded everything be given to him. The door was quietly pulled open, and his butler led a young man, seemingly the same age as Victor, with brown hair and pupils the color of the sea. He couldn't sense a threat from this one. Suit was too clean for a menace. "Who are you?" The visitor grinned, fished into his pocket, and from his fingers, a locket dangled, "Gregory, Gregory Silvianno,"

As soon as we got to my study, Greg settled in his favorite seat at the corner and his eyes burned my skin. "I noticed Violet attended the ceremony," he began and I let out a soft growl. "Can't you close your eyes to some things, Greg? Maids and Slaves are in Hilda's jurisdiction. Why are you concerned?" I asked, pretending to be busy with the papers on my table. "I asked a harmless question. Yet you decided to let you rile you. Now I am more interested not for the maids but for you because that is my jurisdiction," he responded in that calm voice of his that always managed to prick at my skin.

Butler Ki takes the cup and put it on the table. Violet looked at the cup in front of her, she didn't think much of it but witnessed the butler Ki holding the cup to drink even though she didn't know what it was. Mrs. Ki saw that Violet obediently took the tonic and smiled happily and said, "Very good." "But aren't you curious why to drink it ?" Mrs. Ki asked.

Violet happily took the bag that the butler Fotune gave her and quickly ran back to her room. Her uniform was the same as the other maids, it was a black dress, a white apron, and a white hair pin, Violet put on the uniform and looked at herself in front of the bed:

Violet looked at the floor where the brown haired guy laid and saw that he was covered in the same black liquid as well. 'Wait... does that mean the color of this man's blood was black? Who the hell were this people?' Violet thought. Kendrick didn't seem like a threat, but Violet couldn't help but shiver in his presence. He just killed someone with a smile on his face, and one could tell he loved seeing the pain in his victims eyes as he draws life out of them slowly.

His fingers stayed pressed to his temple, his brows drawn tight. “Aelius only appears whenever Violet is in danger,” Greg explained. “He’s shown up a few times to visit her, but most of the time it’s just his voice or shadow—” “Yes, that won’t do today,” Kylan said, rising from his chair. He looked around the small house like it had personally offended him. “I’d say let’s go get him, but we’re working with a tight schedule here, and I highly doubt this wooden shoebox or whatever spell those people used will stop Baelor from getting in, and if Little Violet dies tonight,” he went on, lowering his voice, “then my Violet dies tonight. And if that happens…”