Black Butler Novels & Stories

After all, he had dealt with all that damn bureaucracy for years, centuries as Asra warmed up Callisto’s bed and ignored his duties. "I’m going to... redo the question" I muttered giving myself up "what the hell happened and what cock was shoved up these nobles' asses to be so dissatisfied?" "Cof... Cof..." Elaine coughed as if she was about to die, practically without air. I arched the body towards him and poured him another cup of water. "Careful, pretty girl," I whispered "you’ll choke like that." "Huum!" Baltazar cleared his throat trying to get my attention and my eyes fixed on him, giving the adamant-faced demon Asra regarded as a human Ex - what he wanted. Attention.

In his mind, it will be suicidal to contradict my mate in front of me. We don’t have much time to take in the splendour around us. The Blakes may be dying out, but their money isn’t. After what feels like hours, the Butler finally opens the white doors that lead to the parlour. I almost collapse in shock. The fear flutters away like a dying butterfly.

I utter in surprise as I look at the man who is wearing a black vest and a white polo inside it. He is wearing black slacks and black shoes. A white handkerchief is in his pocket designed in a triangle. In his left arm hangs a white towel and his right fist is in his chest as he bows to me. He has long black hair maybe in his shoulder-length but is tied behind him in a ponytail, turquoise eyes, elongated nose, maybe half America half Japanese, warm beige sin color and he must be 5 ‘7 in height. “I’m sorry to startle you Milady. My name is Zyrem Whitman and I am one of your personal butlers sent by your grandfather.” He said still bowed.

Never showed mercy. He looks at Kael. Smiles. Missing teeth. "War criminal," he calls. Voice like gravel. "I will make this slow. For the sport." Kael says nothing. His eyes find mine. Gray. Steady. He nods once. I nod back. The signal comes. They shift. Both. Full wolf. Kael is gray. Large. Beautiful. The Butcher is black. Larger. Twisted. Wrong. They circle. The Butcher lunges first. Fast. Too fast. Kael dodges. Barely. Claws rake sand where he stood.

The butler was silent for a minute as if he was thinking about whether he should change it or not, then after he decided, he smiled at me again and answered, “Okay. I'll send the servants to change it to white. Black is a bit too much for you.” I let out a sigh of relief. “Thank you. The butler shook his head modestly. “It's nothing, I'm just doing my responsibility.” I was about to go back to my bed but seeing him still standing in front of the door, I couldn't help but tilt my head and looked at him in confusion. “Is there anything else? I mean, any rules that I needed to follow?” I asked out of curiosity after seeing that he didn't leave. The butler showed his smile again and shook his he

Yman's body was enveloped by black mana as he was slowly pushing his body to get up. The Noble Rat wondered if this person just playing dead a moment ago. Never did the Noble Rat expected for this human to hide such a card up his sleeves. He was dying just a moment ago, but now, his body had something weird on it. The current Yman has ears the same as the Noble Rat but it colored like black smoke. His hands have black long nails but the sizes and forms were the same as that of the Noble Rat and his eyes had turned red, but in this state, his vision was unhindered in this dark surroundings. He even has a black tail grown on its back the same as the Noble rat.

Hair is also graying a lot. " Butler Len, what are you doing to the child?" "Welcome back, I'm just going to help Mr. Vu get back to bed. I'm sorry!" After the butler Len finished speaking, he immediately bowed his head and left, under those questioning eyes he did not want to change his face at all. Tomson Ruan didn't believe it at all, surely something had to happen before Kito Yun became so lost. That child has never been in such a state as it is now.

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."

Don't judge me. I decided to pick up Mel too, I called her to be ready in 5 min. And when I pulled over, she came out immediately. I noticed she had a shirt of black butler too, but hers was slightly different from mine. She had a picture of Ciel, both of his eyes completely showing his contract, and it said 'This is an order.' When she came in and we have already exchanged our greetings, she noticed my black butler shirt and she almost freaked.

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.