Black Butler Movie Live Action の小説・ストーリー

Their conversations halted, laughter died, and glasses that had once clinked in celebration were now held in frozen grips. Every eye was on us. Or rather—on him. |||Oh fuck! It's him.|| |||Right! Theron Blackmoor. The Prominent Blackmoor family’s only male heir.||| |||Wait! Do you mean the heir to the mighty Phantom Core International? The same one who seldom came out to the public except for rare cases?||| |||Right! He is the one. One time I got to see his picture via Elira’s Livestream of her family pictures. I've been obsessively in love with him since then, can't believe I get to see him in real life today.|||

“Is it a human versus wolf beef, or something more?” My knees went weak. My heart slammed against my ribs as Killian Blackwood — the man I swore to get revenge on — walked into the room, his eyes locking onto mine with pure shock. “Sara…?” he whispered, voice breaking. “You’re alive?”

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…”

Akhilesh came forward and said, “Don't be scared. They are family. They live with us and they don't hurt.” Amelia and Elliot were still shocked. Another big black panther was roaming in the room. They were quivering tip to toe. As Blackie saw Aaron. He started snuggling into Aaron’s legs. Aaron bowed and caressed its fur. Seeing, Blackie playing with Aaron, Shyla bowed to Aaron. Though everything was normal, Elliot and Amelia could not be normal.

The white haired butler raised his clawed hand; he had now pinned 019 to the ground, ready to claw 019's face to the death. 018 readied to use his sword to stab the white haired butler when he brought 019 face to face with it and then slammed him back on the ground. Again, again, and again. The Shadow growled before mindlessly imbedding his sword into the side of the tailed white haired butler. It opened its mouth, and a ghastly noise reverberated from his throat and then something oozing of smoke came out of his mouth like liquid and landed on the Shadows face.

Laurel's eyes widen in disbelief and her hand form into a fist. "I'm not a goddamn spiderman!" She exclaimed sharply and let out a growl like a hostile stray cat. "Nobody said that," Mort said, unconcerned at all. He thrust his hands into his pocket and turn his back on her. Laurel rolled her eyes. "Boss, shall I bring the guns?" The Butler asked who was standing behind them. He is the chauffeur and drives them to the given location.