Black Butler Lines Novels & Stories

I answered. “Now, go to the parking behind the apartment nearest to the Han River. Get inside my car. I can automatically open it for you. Just inform me when you get there. Enter on the driver’s side. Then get the clothes under the backseat. Change there. Then call me again. Understand?” Black Dragon explained to me. Even though I hate being commanded, I have to obey him. I knew I already failed on this mission. “Got it.” I cautiously said. “Oh, and remember, keep your eyes open to men having a tattoo on their right back hand. Two swords forming an X.” he finished and I remembered the balloons’ design.

"Your vanguard lines look completely fractured tonight, Whitmore," Ronan Blackwell muttered, his voice cutting through the heavy silence of the courtyard as he tracking the raw isolation in my posture. "The entire high council just watched the executioner abandon his primary mate to transport a daughter of the Bates cartel to a medical bunker. It seems your bloodline holds no true leverage in the Afolayan Dominion."

His eyes swished past the butler to land on me as I neared. “Mrs. Blackwood.” Butler Su dipped his head slightly in respect. My eyes fell on Dominic and our eyes met. He looked so calm, like he didn’t just see my boobs hanging in the air less than an hour ago. I sighed for the fiftieth time that morning. “That’s it,” Dominic dismissed. Butler Su nodded. “You are always welcome back, Mrs. Blackwood,” said Butler Su. I nodded at him. Definitely not returning here even if the heavens tried to convince me. I walked toward the sleek black car.

Nathan then instantly flipped over the air and stands at Zitrey’s side. Slayer smirked from the unexpected hit he receives. He tardily holds his long blade katana while tapping it on his shoulder. The dull part was colored in black while the sharp one was in shiny silver, and in between, they were a dark purple in a zigzag pattern. The weapon was scary enough to make goosebumps, it seems possessed by the shadow of death. Slayer then uttered while staring intently to Nathan, “I will play with you lad. You seem fun.” he then looked at his remaining troupe, “There are still few people upstairs, so babies, kill the rest~”

' she thought and used it as an inspiration not to break her stare. Everyone in the room was tensed. Black did this before with Flute and he almost went crazy, not being able to handle the memories that he saw. Black lost control of it, but thankfully, Era was there to control Flute and told him he's okay. That nothing's wrong. "Say my name," Black ordered which Ela obeyed and made their both of their eyes turn white. 💜

All eight men turned invisible at the same time, and Wilbur was the only one left on the balcony to face the gigantic black panther as it took off charging toward him. The black panther moved incredibly fast, clawing at Wilbur viciously. Wilbur's right hand flipped over, and the thunder cleaver appeared in his grasp. Wilbur swung it at the front left paw of the panther, but the panther ended up holding the cleaver down before swiping at Wilbur's stomach.

asked Hunter. The pain was unbearable, but I knew what was this, black blood, I have been marked.

Working for such a boss, one didn't only need to think consciously, but also walk on thin ice. Butler Thomas rephrased his words, “Let me get the first aid kit.” His words hadn't even finished when he raced to the bedside drawer to fetch the kit. Lord Azael looked at the Butler icily, but his expression changed when he turned to Lynette, unconscious on the bed. His deep black-red eyes, which could be mistaken for black irises if not observed carefully, that had been cold minutes ago, turned soft and affectionate. He lifted his right hand and brushed it lightly yet tenderly against Lynette’s face.

His skin is pale, almost translucent, giving him a somewhat austere and imposing presence. Dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit, the butler's appearance is immaculate. His white shirt is crisp and spotless, and his black tie is knotted with precision. White gloves cover his hands, adding an extra layer of formality and distance to his demeanor. A small, discreet silver pin adorns his lapel, perhaps a family crest or symbol of the household.

I shook my head as I adamantly convinced myself that I had to talk to Silvio about these matters. Soon, we reached the main doors. The butler professionally opened the door and nodded towards me before backing away. I gave him a confused look. But soon found myself startled when a black sleek car came into view. The black shiny metal looked eye-catching in bright sunny rays. I followed my gaze and stiffened when my eyes landed on Silvio. He leaned against the car, with his feet crossed and arms crossed across his chest. The black shades he was wearing were doing doing wonders in hiding his perfectly steely eyes.