Black Butler Mal Novels & Stories

“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.

But then his hand is released and the feeling, gone, even as a lone Schutzstaffel jackboot holding a Bible snickers at the back of the room. “Blondi!” cries the Fuhrer now, spinning on his heel. The Alsatian moves obediently with him, staying close at his side. Marenbach, fending off a sudden wave of nausea rippling through him, doesn’t have a chance to reply or even to salute. The small man halts and turns back, the dog turning with him once more. Something catches Marenbach’s eye.

"But if I may ask my Majesty Aiden, you are against the kidnapping of children for slaves and sales of slaves for maltreatment, so why give the orders to make a slave trade so quickly, especially from that age range, is anything bothering you my royal highness" He turned towards him and he saw the fear that flashed in the Butler's eyes, he was still his Butler and had been a faithful servant, he had been his direct messenger for almost a century, due to his blood which does not belong to the pure-blooded werewolves, he seems to age quickly.

The young man behind the wheels of the vintage vehicle greeted, glancing at the rearview mirror and then his gaze returned to the road. Sarah nodded in response, then rested her head on the side window. Feeling all sort of mixed emotions swirling around in her chest. She closed her eyes for a while, then a thought came into her mind. She immediately opened it. "James right?" She asked looking at the Butler that sat at the other end. James nodded in response, with an expressionless face. "Aren't you too young to be a Butler? You look just a few years older than me."...." .

Her voice was particularly shrill to my ears. "They're dead! All dead! That is wonderful! I am happy when you are miserable!" My eyes turned red. I swung the knife down hard to stab her. That was when Liam rushed in. A flash of black light flew out from his sleeve. A little Black Dragon lunged at Lucia and bit her throat hard. Lucia held her hand to her throat as fresh blood spurted freely. She fell to the ground. The little Black Dragon turned back to quietly slide up my wrist. He looked up at me. "I'm here to see you, Mom."

“HEY RETARD, STOP CHATTING WITH THOSE MORONS AND JUST HELP ME WALK NOW!” I just waved a goodbye to butler Sam and the other men before we finally walked inside the school. “We finally found the next queen.” I even heard butler Sam said that but I just ignored because I didn’t understand what he meant. “Lucifer, are those men in black also your butlers?” I asked Lucifer as we walk. “What else do you think? Stupid.” “Wow, you have too many butlers then.” Every student started mumbling as we walk past them.

Hailey frowned at his expression. The man was trying so hard to avoid her gaze and his face was ashen as if shocked at the sight of her. Hailey narrowed her eyes at him and gave him a cautious nod. "I-I I'll get going then," The Butler stammered. "I have some things to take care of. Urgh, those maids. I wonder where they've run off to." Then he scuttled past her and down the stairs. Hailey's gaze followed his back, the frown on her face deepening. There was something about this Butler. What was he hiding this time?

The Butler openly states, showing delightful wrinkles on his face. "I do too, and thank you, Sebastian. I am home," She expresses as she halts her feet. Sebastian, their Butler, is a man in his sixties, and he towers all the working maids, gardeners in the mansion. His chocolate-like eyes are soft and kind that reflects his characteristic inside. Even though his grey hair is revealing, everyone could tell he was a marvelous man in his teenage years. Furthermore, he looks flawless in his mono-color black uniform. "Why did you not give us advance notice of your return, Lady Veronica?" Sebastian asks curiously with a confused expression.

But the man face was cloud in dark clouds. He is the one who have the final say in his house. Not some low life butler that have lived for 500 years and thought he had the right to stand in front of him and talk? "I seen your eternity have been too much for you!" his voice was just like the fireblade arrow pierce into the butler soul. Knowing what he meant and the coldness in his face. The Butler simply goes on his knees readily. "Milord, please forgive me I did mean to upset you"

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.