Black Butler Gregory Violet Novels & Stories

Something about Cherry's story didn't sit right with her, and she found herself questioning whether everything the older woman had told her was true. As Greg observed Lily's increasing reluctance to interact with him, he furrowed his brows. Her once-warm smile and easy conversation had become distant and guarded. Yet, his feelings for her were persistent, no longer quelled by her evasiveness. Determined to form a connection with her, he resolved to uncover the root of her behavior and rectify it. Greg’s voice rang out, echoing in the corridor. "Butler James!" he called out. A figure materialized from the shadows, stepping into the light with the grace and poise of a well-trained servant. "Mr

Chapter 7 Raul’ s POV Far be it from me to deny Scarlett what she wants, so when she started panting, “fuck me, fuck me, fuck me”, I had to comply. I am, after all, a gentleman. I unbuckle my jeans and start to slide them off as Scarlett, with one of her extended claws, makes my job easier and slices them off. It’s a good thing that she and I started keeping extra clothes at each other’s pack houses because of this very thing.

I am the Violet who will reign, whether the world likes it or not. And when she comes near, I do the impossible. I jump higher than her and twist in the air. When our trajectories cross, I open my jaws wide, my teeth aligning with her throat in a fatal instant. And I bite. The sound is wet, grotesque. Lyun’s throat gives beneath my fangs. I tear flesh, tendon, what remains of my old friend and current rival. She tries to howl, a short, gurgling sound, as her life slips away.

Though they showed signs of shock, they understood the significance of the moment. Greg, hovering in the void, was filled with disbelief and fury at the sight. He hadn’t expected Tyron and Adrian to be riding the fearsome Violet Rain Bird. The creature's overwhelming presence brought alarming implications. Greg’s expression darkened as he looked at Adrian, hesitating to charge in and make threats. Recognizing the power of the Violet Rain Bird, he realized that rushing in with bravado would only make him look foolish. Others noticed his hesitation and exchanged knowing smirks. Hadn’t Greg just been boasting moments ago?

Now it looked like it wouldn’t be just the two of them this year. “Oh, I’m sure no one will find me even if they dig up the whole place.” He shot a secret grin at his son as they heard the woman groan, her consciousness returning. Gregory was a foot shorter than Dorian, making him almost the same height as the woman on the chair who was now glaring daggers at them with her vibrant green eyes. Like most hunters, she wore black leather pants and jacket paired with a dark green turtleneck sweater to keep away the cold. Her short black hair was in a ponytail on top of her head. Gregory took a seat on the chair next to her. A smile was on his face even as the woman bore holes in him with her glar

Avery fainted purely because of the Matriarch’s venom. It’s a tragedy, truly. If it were up to me, I’d have the High Elders examine that woman’s spirit for rot,” Gregory remarked, his voice sharp with a wit that didn’t quite hide his concern.

the butler asked when Victor stopped on the side of the road, staring into space. "Home. Where is home?" he asked. The butler smiled at him. "Don't you remember your home?" he asked meaningfully. Victor sensed he might be talking about a home where he felt cozy and loved—in that woman's arms and with Hannah Grace. Violet slouched on the sofa while her people checked the tests and the drug samples she had taken from Victor. Her lower body ached like hell. She never thought he could become so aggressive in bed. They had spent two hours straight at it, taking an hour-long break before doing it again.

Violet’s mother ordered and the maids that were in the room all walked out of the room. Once they were all out, her mom drew nearer, holding her tight while she clenched her fists. “I will miss you, my child.” Her mom said with a voice that cracked and soon, she was in tears. Crying terribly, she held onto Violet so tight, but Violet didn’t hold her mom back. Her mom still cried, hoping Violet could hold her back in the hug. “Are you done?” Violet’s cruel and inhuman but sweet soft voice sounded, stopping her mom abruptly and the woman withdrew, taking a step back.

-EMILY- He stared down at me, his cloak wrapped around him like a royal robe. His dreadlocks blocked his eyes, but I could still see the dim red light emanating from there. "Who do you think you are to save her?" Father Timothy, he said, his voice thick and commanding. He wielded his staff like a true ruler, his belly back and his legs behind him. "Little Vampirina..." He stretched his hand forward, and I took a minute to stare at the dim red lights that emanated behind his locks.

Violet said as she's trying to push me out from her changing room. "No baby.. I'm staying here.. No." "She won't go anywhere." Blake pulled me out and I sighed. "I hate you, Austin Portwalt!" Violet hissed before Jean closed the door. "See.. See that behavior! If she runs away.. I'm going to kill you!" I hissed at Blake and he laughed. "She won't run away.. If she does.. You can make another wedd-" I turned to Blake and glared big time. He gestured to me to get into my changing room. I walked in and turned on my laptop to activate the CCTV in Violet's changing room.