Black Butler Lines Novels & Stories

One reckless, emotional night where everything finally unraveled. God, I loved reading. A sudden throat clearing shattered the moment. I jumped so hard my heart slammed into my ribs, eyes going wide as I whipped around— Straight into Tristain. He still wore his black dress clothes, but the top three buttons were undone, exposing a thin silver chain that lay casually against his skin. Another thing that was begrudgingly attractive. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up, revaling ropes of veins that snaked all around his forearms. Fuck…

A middle-aged man in a black suit hurried to meet me. My eyes swept over the rows of cars, all customized and the peak of luxury. I pointed to an orange-brown Pagani. “Give me the keys.” The butler’s face turned awkward. “It’s Lord Lachlan’s exclusive use. He’s never even ridden in it since it was bought.” My eyes settled on him, drilling into him, pheromones drifting out in a silent attack. “Give me the keys when I fucking tell you.” The butler swallowed and reached into the bag at his waist. I waited with cold eyes and a stone face. He offered me the key, his expression filled with resentment. Did I give a fuck? Hell no.

"Weak, but it's there—" The line stuttered back to life on the monitor. Slow. Uneven. But beating. My legs gave out completely. Nate caught me before I hit the floor, and I let him hold me, let myself shake against his chest, because there was nothing else left. "The veins," Katya said from across the room. "Look." I looked. The black was fading. Slowly, imperceptibly, like ink diluting in water — but fading. Gray now, where it had been midnight. The silver lines of something retreating.

Variable is sitting on my case files again, and I have made my peace with this. He is a grey-and-white cat of uncertain age, the rescue centre said approximately four years in the confident tone of an institution that knows it's guessing — and he operates with the specific moral framework of someone who has assessed every available hierarchy and placed himself at the top of all of them. He does not move when I put my coffee down next to him. He regards me with one slow blink, which I have decided is affection, and which is almost certainly just indigestion.

“But you never learn, do you?” The sound of footsteps broke the tension as Blaze’s butler appeared, flanked by two security guards. His expression was calm, but his eyes flashed with unmistakable authority. “Is there a problem here, Mrs. Black?” he asked, his voice polite but firm. Summer’s eyes widened as she looked between us, realization dawning. “Mrs. Black?” “Yes,” he said, his tone clipped. “You’ve been harassing my master’s wife. That won’t be tolerated.” He turned to the guards. “Escort this woman out of the premises. She’s no longer welcome here.”

"He's already like this, and what more do you want? I already said there was nothing between us!" I didn't answer immediately. Instead, I slowly looked Ivy over from head to toe. A pale dress, in almost the same cool gray tone as Simon's shirt. The slim watch on her wrist was nearly the same style as the one on Simon's. Even when the wind blew past, the two of them smelled the same. Looking at her, I curved my lips faintly. "Ivy, don't you find what you're saying funny?" The anger on her face froze. "What do you mean?"

The metallic silver of his eyes had completely vanished, replaced by a bottomless, blinding white light that looked entirely demonic. "A biological anomaly," Richard whispered, his voice dropping into a register so deep it didn't even sound human. It was the voice of the apex predator, the executioner of the Blackwood lineage. He slid his hand down from my wrists, his heavy palm resting flat over my lower abdomen, pressing down into the wet fabric of my dress. "A secondary bloodline." My heart stopped beating. The world froze.

At this point, Dyan is a beast that wants to penetrate to the bone marrow and swallow the little girl. The distance between them was really too close, so close that Lina could see herself in his black eye. "Mr. Dyan, the company..." Lina was waiting half expectantly and half fearfully when the door slammed shut forcefully. The butler hurried in to say something, but quickly fell silent when he saw the scene in front of him. Looks like he came at an inopportune time. Faced with Dyan's icy gaze, the butler bravely continued. "Company side..."

They are wearing more makeup and their dresses got magically shorter. “Good evening.” I answer. “Do you need help?” They fake a shy smile and run their fingers through their long hair. One of them places her hand on the Black Tiger’s shoulder, “What’s your name?” she asks with a melodious tone. I can't stop staring at her hand and I suddenly got scared for her. You never know what might happen. The Black Tiger doesn't seem to care. He peacefully takes his glass and sips his martini. The other girl moves next to him and tightens her arms around her sides to bring out her chest. Pitiful.

Then, they began to shine like the black lines from before, with the black line at the very center, to kill them with light! Bang! The black wind didn't even need to move. All the places marked by the black light exploded. "Roar!" The immense pain instantly caused it to roar in rage! At this time, Samuel moved his hand slightly, and a strange black line array appeared around him again...