Black Butler Mal Novels & Stories

The Butler frowned, looking back and forth between Vladimir and Mischa. "I can't let the young Master sit on the floor with her hands and feet tied up." The Butler said politely and gently. Vladimir gave him a serious look. "You do realize the situation you're in, don't you?" Vladimir bluntly said which stopped the Butler and remain unblinking staring at him. "But I am their Butler, I have to fulfill my duty." The Butler countered him with the same expression on his face, which is oddly blank. "Don't," Mort interjected when he noticed that Vladimir was losing patience. The Butler bowed to Mort and obeyed him. He sat in the vacant seat for him on Mort's left side.

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.

A savage growl echoed, followed by a horrible sound of flesh being torn. Adrian, still in crow form, tilted his head on the branch, watching everything coldly. “Pathetic,” he cawed, bored. The butler tried to crawl away, his hands shaking and his face dirty with earth and blood. His eyes met those of the panther, which now walked slowly toward him, its muzzle dripping with the blood of the wolf it had just killed. “Please…” Blackwell begged. “I just wanted to live… I just wanted to be like you…”

If he doesn't like it so much, why is it- Again, just his movement cuts me off. Curiously, I watched the slender, although clearly well built Alpha stroll along the side of the bookcase, looking at all the books in turn. My only hope of maybe not getting in trouble would be to go along with everything he says. That's what I'm here for, isn't it? No, it's to do everything Grey says, and not let Malik find out. "Perhaps you need something a little more..." Malik paused, something stashed between the books catching his eye. "Exciting."

His hand moved to my waist, pressing me harder against the wall. “Alpha David, stop!” I pushed against his chest. He didn’t listen. His face inched closer. Panic surged through me. “Alpha David, stop!” Suddenly, a deep, guttural snarl ripped through the air. A hand yanked him away. “Enough.” Alpha David stumbled back, breathing hard. I looked up and saw the butler standing between us, his expression dark with fury. But this time, his irises glowed a faint gold—he wasn’t just a servant. He was a wolf too. A Beta.

Even the smell is weird too. Before we could finally get to the door a butler approached me. I stopped for a moment and looked at him. He bowed for a moment and immediately looked up. "Good afternoon, Master Blake. I'm Allan Rota, I'm assigned to take you inside." I could feel the nervousness in him. I glanced at Felix behind me. Just like the previous days, he looks like a robot again. There was no emotion in his eyes. I face the butler again. "How many of them are there already?"

A voice suddenly echoes in the large living room and I turn to see a man dressed in a butler's attire at the entrance, he lowered his head respectfully. “I'm Winston. The previous butler fell ill and so, I have been newly appointed by Mr Blackwood.” As if I knew who the old butler was. I force a small smile and nod. “It's nice to meet you Winston. I remember Alexander mentioned something about some maids too, did you perhaps come with them?” Winston smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Yes Mrs Blackwood.” He faced the door and clapped twice and some maids walked in with their heads slightly lowered.”

Butler spoke "Trying to keep me safe, it doesn't seem like that' Michel mumbled under her breath as he remembered the cold and aloof father from a while ago. "Okay, but do I get to drive that?" Michel Jerked all the useless thoughts out of his mind and asked the butler his most awaited question. "What?" the butler was confused for a second but when he traced Michel's gaze he answered quickly " Oh yes sure, it belongs to you so why not" Michel extended his hand towards the butler on which he was surprised again. "What?" (Butler) "The keys. Do you want me to poke it until it starts?" (Michel)

She gave once-over to their surrounding and their almost naked selves and turned crimson in embarrassment and anger at being exposed, she leaned over his chest so he was no longer giving them a show of his delicious abs. She scoffed loudly covering her mortification, "There…There! If it isn't Black Butler and Team in middle-age crises, fulfilling their kinks!" Luca dipped his head to suppress laughing out loud but Svetlana snarky remark did get them out of their death-numb trance. The Butler blinked at the floor in embarrassment before glaring with hostility at the young woman draped in a comforter on the bed in his Boss's arms. All the men scrambled out of the room in haste and he was going

Brigitta assumed that Ragnar has probably come home so she turned off the music and gestured for the children to sit. Then she went to the door and open it. But to her surprise, she saw an extremely gorgeous and handsome man. He was wearing an armless cloth and a black cargo pant. There was a two head squirrel tattoo drawn by his arms. He smiled and greeted, "good evening, miss. Brigitta." "Good evening, may I know who you are?" "I'm the new butler here. Will you allow me in?" He asked. Butler? How can a butler be this young and sexy? Thought butlers are always old men? "I must confirm from Mr. Ragnar."