Black Butler Mal Novels & Stories

His whole eyes turned black. Xavier felt the pressure on his chest again. His mouth suddenly moved on his own. “W– with all d– due respect, Sire,” the butler said still with his face on the floor. “Y– you also did not know w– when you’re the one w– who spend s– so much time w– with Miss Ann…”

Perhaps it seemed to be her mother. "What...have you done?!" Butt yelled as he casted down his ornamental crown from the pillow of his brown hair. "I will clout every vessel in your system." Butt started off as an unusual expression was revealed on Massaca's face. An expression of pain and weakness. "I will make your heart cease." Butt stretched out his hand in the gesture of grabbing down something. The bones in his neck became more visible as he grinned his teeth harder. Massaca held his chest as he slowly fell to the ground. In the background, the crowd yelled and ran in various directions.

There was a pause before a familiar voice answered. “It’s me, sir.” I sighed again. Benson. My butler. The man had impeccable timing. “What do you want?” “There’s someone here to see you.” I groaned, rolling off the woman and onto my back. “Not interested.” “He says his name is Malcolm.” I stilled.? Then, slowly, a smirk curled at the edges of my lips. Malcolm? Here?

Holy mother of heavens. He’d had sex with a man. Not just any man but a non-human. Ethan, you’re insane. Truly insane. The sound of the running shower in the room pulled his focus. That must be Lucian. Ethan’s muscles tensed. He needed to get out of here. Dashing out of the room, his clothes barely covering his body, Ethan froze. Standing before him was Butler Ben, staring at him blankly. Oh, shit. “Good morning, Mr. Ethan.”

The usual warmth of candle light in my study is all but dead—, inside only blackness, as if it belongs to no one, let alone the Alpha King. The faint hum of carefully selected music no longer drifts through the air. The small, insignificant comfotrs I rarely pay attention to—gone. What’s happening? “Where is my tie for tomorrow?” I call out to the silence, irritation lacing my voice. There is nothing — silnce. Is this a joke? Suddenly, i hear heavy patters of feet. The butler, a young pup just happy to be here, appears. His posture is stiff, his face is neutral, but his eyes give him away. He’s lost.

His chocolate brown skin is so tempting like the sun in the winters. Did I mention his lips? Full. Plump. Wet. As he was nervously licking them. When his lips stretched an ‘O’ in astonishment when I turned to him. He might be 22 or 23 years old. Simple. Innocent. It was so hard for me to resist him. But I have self control. Better than anyone. "Good evening Mr Malcom ". The butler, Mason, my trustworthy butler bowed, gesturing me to take a seat as the dinner was about to be served. Callum followed the suite. And I smiled knowing that Mason would have informed him about his seat.

His eyes made me swallow my bite audibly. “What’s your name, Sir?” I asked the butler who had his eyes continuously lowered, “Ma-Malady, I pardon if that is me?” he formally asked, “Yes of course, that’s you,” I replied with the same tone, “That is Pablo, Malady,” he enlightened me

Koishi gulps in response, bits inside his cheeks. "I will be there by your side, master" with the gentle look over the face of the butler with a small smile on his lips. "Thanks, Damien for everything. I don't know what would I do it you weren't there. Thanks for everything" making a butler freeze for a second staring down at his master, eventually nodding his head hearing the door being open. Just then, to see a lady with black hair tied into a bun opens the door, the cat-like eyes with beauty over the side of her cheek. Her eyes move towards the butler then at Koishi making her eyes go wide in response.

A low, calm voice spoke from across the room. "Comfortable?" Tyson's head snapped up. Malakai Blackwell sat opposite him, his legs crossed, one hand resting casually on the black staff leaning against his thigh. His expression was ice-cold, his eyes sharp and utterly devoid of warmth. Tyson felt a chill race down his spine. "You..." he breathed. "What is this? Have you been stalking me?" Malakai didn't answer immediately. He rose slowly, the staff tapping once against the concrete floor as he limped forward in a slow circle around the chair. Each step was made on purpose, and the air around him felt heavy with restrained violence.

He is excited by something. "Seth." His deep, baritone voice is resounding in the vacant living room. "My lord," Another man appeared out of nowhere, wearing a butler uniform. He respectively saluted the man. This man had short flaming red hair with eyes as black as the night sky. There is a scar across his face. Though the whitened cut never blemished his beautiful appearance, it's somewhat adding a more masculine effect on him. This man may look younger, yet he is actually lived longer than any human out there, serving his master with utmost loyalty. "Do you seek for my assistance?"