Black Butler Mal Novels & Stories

He looks like he’s trying to breathe through his mouth and not his nose, leaving me to assume he finds the scent off-putting, too. Tasha nods. “It’s not exactly the same, but it’s similar enough that whatever they’re from are definitely the same species if not the same…things.” She says “things” in a tone that projects both disgust and bewilderment. “Alpha!” I hear Channing call as he approaches with Blake and Serafina. It takes just a moment before I realize he’s carrying a human over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. “Who do you have there, Channing?” I ask, feeling my mouth go dry and the sensation of my stomach dropping, fearing the answer.

The duo became alert and stood up , Mary went over to open the door for the butler to come in. " Sorry for disturbing you, Madame! " The middle aged butler said, panting as if he had just run a 400m long race. " It's okay... What happened? " Malisa asked calmly despite the turmoil arising in her heart.... She could sense that something was wrong... So wrong for the butler to have reacted like that... And she wondered what it was.... ..... A/N : What do you think happened, guys? Do share your thoughts, I'd love to read them!

I noticed a hint of sadness on his voice. “I’m sorry hyung. I just want to enjoy my homecoming. I know that in the following days, I will be busy again.” I said turning serious. “You almost ruin a special occasion tonight Black Dragon. Wanna tell me what happened?” he answered turning serious too. “Yes, sir.” I just said. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 3RD PERSON Four watches alarmed at the same time as their owners rushed their hands to stop it. One of them left the frying fan ordering his assistant to take over. He entered at the pantry, opened one of the cabinets and stepped inside. Upon closing the door, a humming can be heard inside.

That's part of him being my protector. Malum snapped his fingers and two men came in. I recognized one of them as the one from the woods. His completely black eyes made me think of Kaleshia’s completely blue eyes, making me long for home even more. The other one looked like he never ate a day in his life. His bones and veins were prominent and his skin was pale. "Grab them," Malum said in a bored voice. the two came forward, one of them unlocking the door. Lycer growled and turned around, wrapping his arms around me. The one with the black eyes started to rip him off of me.

Under her tanned skin, Kathleen turned red in fury when she was told the three won’t be coming. “I’m deeply sorry, ma’am,” the man in black business suit bowed to show his sincerity in behalf of his master. “No, it’s okay! You don’t have to do that,” Kathleen placed a hand in front of her to stop the man who introduced himself as Takumi’s butler.

It looked like a fortress. Inside, the air smelled of leather and smoke. The butler, dressed in black, led us down a hallway with paintings that looked older than the country. My heels clicked against the marble floor, each step echoing in my chest. And then I saw him. Santino Blackwood. He stood near the fireplace, the flames lighting his face. He was taller than I imagined, his shoulders broad under a perfectly tailored black suit. His hair was dark, his jaw sharp, his cheekbones cutting. But it was his eyes that froze me. Cold. Stormy. Like they could see through my skin and into my bones.

“Mr. Stiles…” The butler’s voice shook him from his stupor. Without warning, he lashed out with a kick to the butler’s side. “What are you standing there for? Get rid of these rats now! “You must’ve helped her, right? Who knows where you two got these rats and that corpse from, huh?!” The butler winced, his face contorted with a mix of pain and indignation. I watched the scene unfold, speechless.

It stops right in front of us, before the tinted window comes down, revealing who was on the other side. Aren't you funny, Fate.. Those blue eyes only belonged to one person. Malik.

His cropped brown hair was the color of melted dark chocolate, and looked just the perfect length to weave my fingers through while tasting the bourbon on his tongue. And those eyes. His eyes were a smoky grey, and his gaze cut straight through me with every glance. I shake my head trying to get rid of this mysterious man's face and pay attention to the crowd. Finally, I see Audrey's impossible to miss red hair. "There you are," she says, her back up against Mark's chest. "I was about to send a search party after you." "Sorry," I chuckle. I was only talking to the hottest guy I have ever seen.