Black Butler Novels & Stories

“Michael Luther!” the old butler lowered his voice and bellowed. “I’m sure you don’t want Mr. Stewart to learn about that incident too, do you?!” The old butler’s dull eyes clearly showed his age, yet in contradiction to other elderlies of his age, his eyes carried a fierce and sinister look. The person on the other end of the call fell silent for a moment. The old butler’s tightly-furrowed brows loosened up slightly… ‘Glad that you’re scared.’

There was already three cups at the table and a pot of tea sitting along with a plate of cookies in the middle. "Now I hope you're not going to stay distracted over the fish their whole visit," Aurelio teased him playfully to announce our presence. I heard the guy over the koi pond chuckle and rise to his feet, sitting the bottle of fish food down by his tea. He turned to look our way then and reached out an arm to greet us with a shake. Taking in his appearance I was glancing into red mirroring eyes and dark brown hair that was natrually curly and cut short to bring out his strong shaping jaw line. It was like I was looking into a mirror but with slight different features. Unbelievable. He

"But if I may ask my Majesty Aiden, you are against the kidnapping of children for slaves and sales of slaves for maltreatment, so why give the orders to make a slave trade so quickly, especially from that age range, is anything bothering you my royal highness" He turned towards him and he saw the fear that flashed in the Butler's eyes, he was still his Butler and had been a faithful servant, he had been his direct messenger for almost a century, due to his blood which does not belong to the pure-blooded werewolves, he seems to age quickly.

He looks around and notices the familiarity of the room he is staying in. This room is perturbingly familiar, he thinks. The stranger comes back, bringing a black suit with a black bow tie. “You are going to wear this from this day forth,” the stranger says, “as the prince’s butler.”

" It's Mr. Black." " Good morning sir. How may I help you today?" Her voice is a different tone all of a sudden. " Did you interview Ms. Alderson today?" " Um… I'm not In charge of today's interview. Let me put you through to Matilda. One second sir." She says. " I'm waiting." After two beeps, a new voice comes through. " This is Matilda. Good morning Mr. Black." " Did you interview Ms. Alderson today? Brunette, dark brown eyes, olive skinned..." I go straight to the point.

A middle-aged man in a black suit hurried to meet me. My eyes swept over the rows of cars, all customized and the peak of luxury. I pointed to an orange-brown Pagani. “Give me the keys.” The butler’s face turned awkward. “It’s Lord Lachlan’s exclusive use. He’s never even ridden in it since it was bought.” My eyes settled on him, drilling into him, pheromones drifting out in a silent attack. “Give me the keys when I fucking tell you.” The butler swallowed and reached into the bag at his waist. I waited with cold eyes and a stone face. He offered me the key, his expression filled with resentment. Did I give a fuck? Hell no.

This even also showed that the wielder of the darkness should never be put in a situation that would led to a repeat of the three days of darkness phenomenon. “Welcome back, your highness,” said the butler. A minotaur welcomed Damon the moment he pushed open the double doors which were made of gold and iron ores. Clad in his black and white crisp suit, the butler which served his father for some millennia now was already waiting for him after smelling his scent right after he stepped out of the portal – thanks to his astounding bull nose.

(Elaine’s POV) I was enjoying my breakfast when a butler—black shiny hair with ear length bangs covering half of his forehead and one of his eyes—His dark brown eyes shot me a glance as he stepped near Madam Rhea and whispered something to her. Madam Rhea replied back, before motioning her hands to another butler—one who was standing at the side of the dining hall as if preparing for any call. A few moments after that, the same butler returned to the dining hall with a black purse on the tray in his hands. Madam Rhea picked up the purse and unzipped it. Then, talking something again with the black haired butler, she handed him an object that looked like a piece of card. After that, the butle

“He wasn’t a butler, Rhunar. Not for the Blacks. He’s one of them. An actual Black. And more than that—he’s a lycan.” Ryan’s jaw flexed. He added grimly, “Half-lycan, precisely.” The silence that followed pressed down like a weight. The only sound was the faint tick of the hall clock, each beat dragging across their nerves. Rhunar’s chest heaved as he tried to piece the fragments together. His eyes moved between their faces, searching desperately for any thread of truth, any sign of betrayal.

“You think this is over? You’ve only broken the lock. The thing beneath the Black Moon stirs, child. And it remembers your name.” Kaelira’s blood ran cold. “No,” she whispered. “The Echo was the last of it. I destroyed it.” “You destroyed its shell,” Varyn said. “But its heart — the true Black Moon — was never in this world to begin with. It’s waiting. And it’s calling you home.” Zevran stepped forward. “Then we’ll burn your god a second time.” Varyn’s expression softened, almost pitying. “You can’t fight the storm, boy. You can only drown in it.”