Black Butler Luka Novels & Stories

He looks around and notices the familiarity of the room he is staying in. This room is perturbingly familiar, he thinks. The stranger comes back, bringing a black suit with a black bow tie. “You are going to wear this from this day forth,” the stranger says, “as the prince’s butler.”

And somehow, a part of her was proud to stand beside him. ________________________________________ After the meeting ended, Alexandro had other matters to attend to, and he instructed one of his betas to stay with Serena. A young woman approached, her steps confident and light, a small smile playing at her lips. She was dressed in black leather armor, her dark hair braided tightly, and a sword rested casually at her hip. "Lady Serena," she said, bowing slightly. "I'm Kiara. Beta of the Blood Moon Pack." Serena blinked in surprise. She hadn’t expected to see a woman among the warriors—and certainly not holding the high rank of Beta.

a smooth voice says from the doorway. We both jerk. Luca stands in the frame, one hand on the jamb, the other in his pocket. Dark slacks, navy shirt, no tie. He looks infuriatingly composed for a man who allegedly watched someone almost die at the edge of a cliff. “How long have you been there?” I demand. “Long enough to know you’re not entirely ungrateful,” he says. Mia bristles. “Eavesdropping is rude,” she tells him. “Didn’t they teach you that in Murder Butler School?”

I pause, taking in his expression. "She did that and you’re asking about colour?" "Just decided to pull your legs but my mother’s silent evaluations are far from favourite colours." Luca is quiet for a second. “My favourite colour is black.” Black is literally the colour everyone in my family knows best. It has been an active part of our lives since forever. He exhales. "I don’t have colour preferences myself but black will do.” “Really? Nice, My favouite food is pasta.” I squeeze his hands more.

"I knew something was off when what I was doing was different from what she was doing." Beth looked between the two of them like they had lost their minds. "What are you two talking about?" "Jeremy wants to have sex with you," Brandon stated. Her brows descended. "Enough! Have sex with me? You must be seeing things. Jeremy wants to help me." "He's paid to train you, Beth." "Still! He wants to be my friend. Luka even has an apartment for me." "Who the fuck is Luka?" "A friend of Jeremy's who Jeremy talked to about my hunt for a place to stay. Luka is a realtor," Beth responded, crossing her arms and facing him squarely.

Jongin said understandingly, moving forward: “Does it make sense to you?” He stopped as that man showed his fangs into a sharp, devilish smile. “I am Aleister Black, the exterminator of the Ilgara race, who murdered Prince Gerald and his wife, Lorraine.” His smile widened like a mentally disturbed person. And soon he will kill Damontry Elgara to revive the barren land of kingdoms with its hybrid blood. “How long are we going to stay here?” Baekhyun grumbled, wiping both hands over his face.

Blake felt vulnerable under Luca's dominance, his body was limp and waiting for his next movements. "I fucking love you, you know?" Asked Luca, hungrily. " I'm going to make you mine right now, baby.

he said softly but with a tone of deadly warning, “that the only thing more dangerous than your enemies is disappointing me.” Silence fell again. Aurelio broke eye contact first for a second. But Luca saw it. He always saw everything. “Leave.” Luca said. Aurelio turned, jaw tight, blood still fresh on his lip, and walked out without another word. When the door closed behind him, Luca remained standing where he was. Still and thinking. Then slowly, he turned toward the table where a tablet lay waiting, already filled with shifting data streams. Blackstone. Roberto. Dominic.

Now Butler finally understood that he was not seeing anything wrong; Lucian was actually standing in front of him. He quickly went in front of Lucian and asked, "Mr. Center, are you really healed? I can't believe my eyes that I am seeing you standing on your own feet. Please tell me that you are healed. I will not be able to believe my eyes unless I hear this from your mouth," Butler requested Lucian.

From inside the office fireplace, Ignatius’s blue flame roared to life, crackling loudly. "The traitor is the butler. Blackwell. He sold himself for the promise of immortality. He’s trying to escape through the forest." The black panther let out a low, deep growl that made the walls tremble slightly. Its red eyes blazed with fury. "Go," ordered the spirit. Meanwhile, in the bedroom, Lucian slowly pulled his face away. Larissa looked at him with wide eyes, breathing hard. "I... I couldn’t stop," she whispered, ashamed.