Black Butler Names Novels & Stories

Due to a circumstance, he was left with nothing but tattered pants. “You're Count Julian’s vassal, right? Judging by your demeanor, the head butler. Hello, hello. The name is… Felix. I am Shadow. Nice meeting you.” The butler froze, and couldn't comprehend her deduction. Everything she said was true. Even if she investigated them, the level of accuracy of her deduction shouldn’t be this specific. Because not many knew about the position of the head butler in the county. ‘She is the real deal.’

" They all nodded. Wow! I have guard magicians. "Well, what can I do? Since you're all here, I'll be in your care from now on." They all nodded their heads. They introduced themselves to the newly recruited maids and me and the butler. Why does he need to hire a butler? The butler was named Kurapika, and I was shocked because he wasn't just a butler, but he also made the messenger that May and Arkanghel would use to communicate with me.

This could easily lead to sabotage. "Oh, just call me Cattleya," I said with a smile. "That's my name.” And I have to gain this butler's trust to use him in the long run. "My name is Thad," he said, shaking hands with me. "Just call me Butler Thad, Miss Cattleya." Then he walked to the doorway and glanced at me. "If you need anything, just push the red button near to your table. I'll be glad to serve you, Miss Cattleya."

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.

She had just placed her phone on the table when there was a knock on the door. She said, “Enter,” and a man in his forties stepped inside. He wore a black tailcoat and a hat, with a few strands of white hair on his head. He entered and bowed in front of her. “Good morning, Madam. I’m the butler of the Whitmore mansion. My name is William Smith, but please, you can call me Will, as the master does.”

As soon as we got back downstairs, a man whom I guessed was the butler walked over to where we stood and greeted us as he gestured to some staff to go and get our smaller bags from the car. "Alpha Logan, it's such a pleasure to see you again after such a long time." "I know right? It's been a while." Turning to me, he continued "Good evening my lady, it's a pleasure to have you. I'm Kendrick the butler." He was visibly older than Logan and I put together but he was still as agile as ever. I took his extended arm and proceeded to introduce myself. "Well, there's not much introduction to do. I'm Ava Silverpelt but you can call me Ava."

One after the other, they introduced themselves. “I’m Jenny.” "I'm Sara" “I’m Caro.” “My name is Samuel.” “I’m Matthews. The butler,” said the tall man in the crisp black suit who tried not to smile but totally failed. “And this,” he added with a nod, “is our chef, Madame Lydia.” Danny nodded formally at each one. “It’s very nice to meet you, Miss Jenny, Miss Sara, Miss Caro, Mr. Samuel, Mr. Matthews, and Chef Lydia.”

I turn around so fast, open my eyes just to see group of men clad in black and white on glasses. "Mr. Blake, you have been called back at home. It's time to fulfill your duty. Please come with us." One of them steps forward, just his aura, I know he is who the elites and noblemen refer to as butler. I can tell they are misplacing me with another person. "I am not whom you think I am." I stare at them, anger bridling inside me. "Mr. Blake,we have been keeping tabs on you, you are exactly who we think you are , please come with us." The first guy which I am still sizing up in my head as the butler tries to reassure me.

I believe I have already died, because the ceiling and the surrounding felt unfamiliar to me, it looks too british-like compared to the usual white ceiling of the hospital ward. Where am I? “Master, are you alright?” A butler inched closer. Despite his stoic appearance and that tail coat as well as that sophiticated aura his old self emits, I don’t think I recognize who he is. “Who are you?” I blurted. He smiled politely at me as a response before bowing his head in a respective manner. “Sire, my name is Taylor. I am the head butler of this mansion.” Taylor.... Wait.

he said. “Thank you, sir,” Kaira replied, inclining her head respectfully. He looked momentarily surprised by her tone of voice. “It’s James, Miss Blackwood,” he corrected with a hint of formality. She met his gaze, her eyes twinkling with mischief as she replied, “Alright, Mr. James.” The butler shook his head, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth as he turned to leave.