Black Butler Novels & Stories

he spoke plainly, his short dark hair coat swaying back and forth by the push and pull of the wind, he looked powerful and dominant with the mere sight of his back alone. "Who is back master morbius?," the butler asked respectfully "A ghost from the past, Lilith the skinwalker,"

The air between them was heavy with unsaid words and crackled, but the knock was stronger this time. With a knot of dread in her stomach, Anita turned towards the door. Nathan let out a sharp breath, combed his hair, and strode ahead. He pulled the door open after unlocking it. On the opposite side stood Sebastian Blackwood. The man was a powerful figure, dressed in a fitted black suit. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and had icy, merciless blue eyes.

A young woman, after all, was never sure when a suitable suitor may come calling. A cadaverous person dressed in black livery suddenly appeared just above her left shoulder as she tilted her head to the side to view her reflection. “Wilbury!" she exclaimed as she put her palm to her racing heart. "You need to quit sneaking up on me like that. I would have assumed you were a vampire if you hadn't had a reflection.” The butler's puckered face was sporting its usual frown, but there was a distinct sparkle of delight in his rheumy eyes. You know that Master Julian has returned home, right?”

But the man face was cloud in dark clouds. He is the one who have the final say in his house. Not some low life butler that have lived for 500 years and thought he had the right to stand in front of him and talk? "I seen your eternity have been too much for you!" his voice was just like the fireblade arrow pierce into the butler soul. Knowing what he meant and the coldness in his face. The Butler simply goes on his knees readily. "Milord, please forgive me I did mean to upset you"

New rich. I follow my lovely partner who sits in a small table in the corner. “On your right.” I hear him mumble with a low voice. I turn and search between five men sitting together until I spot a familiar face. Akiyama Tatsuki. The waiter approaches our table and asks, “Would you like to order drinks?” The Black Tiger points to a drink on the menu card and the waiter stares at me shyly, “Hum, just coke for me. If you have it of course.” I chuckle awkwardly.

How have I missed him before? He is Alaric’s exact height. The same lean but muscular build, even the same quiet posture. But where Alaric’s ethereal beauty catches light, his butler absorbs​ it. Black hair pulled back into a severe ponytail. Eyes so dark they seem almost matte, swallowing reflection and light rather than returning it. He is quite literally a shadow. He stands half a step behind Alaric, neither looming nor deferential just aligned. He is shadowing so precisely that I wonder whether he has been trained to minimize his presence or more like extinguish it completely.

He was the only one that was wearing black, other in that room and those at the door from the restaurant were wearing pure white uniforms. The man was their boss and his name was BLACK MAN. He was a notorious adding criminal in US and it was only Buniyaminu's stepmother that he was working for but also uses to work as an hire assassin for other people and doing this for people not know that she was the one that he was working for.

She softly flung open the window and took a peek outside. She could see two men conversing and exchanging objects, but she was unable to make out what they were exchanging. It was dark outside, and her eyes were already tired and yawning for some sleep. One of the men appeared to have the same body type as the butler, and she was able to identify him by his shape, but she was unable to identify the other man. The other man was dressed in all black, and he had a hat on that covered his face. They shook hands, and the man left the mansion as the butler returned to the house.

"Take a seat. Avoid touching anything that is bright. Hold on, I don't have anything bright.” As he made himself comfy, I made tea because, truly, if this was all a trick, I would at least need the tea to deal with it. That's when I saw a bit of an envelope from his pocket. A card for a wedding. My want to know more grew, but I let him speak first. “So,” I said, setting his cup down, “you’re gonna tell me who you are before I call the cops, right?” The man finally introduced himself. “My name is Elias, Miss. I am the butler of the Blackwood family.”

He is excited by something. "Seth." His deep, baritone voice is resounding in the vacant living room. "My lord," Another man appeared out of nowhere, wearing a butler uniform. He respectively saluted the man. This man had short flaming red hair with eyes as black as the night sky. There is a scar across his face. Though the whitened cut never blemished his beautiful appearance, it's somewhat adding a more masculine effect on him. This man may look younger, yet he is actually lived longer than any human out there, serving his master with utmost loyalty. "Do you seek for my assistance?"