Black Butler Novels & Stories

Butt Majestically posed when he heard the call. 'So this one is what? A female?' Luis Park thought. With, that yell he can still differentiate a woman between a man. "God! Darkness! Please help me! I will do anything for you! Please..." The person in black beg. "Haha!" Butt laughed. "Butt stopped that!" Luis Park called. "I'm sorry, master." "M-master?" She called. Note: This person in black is a she. "Why are you running away from them?" He asked

Even his mother birthed him through Caesarean operation and he was grateful that another means of birth is around. Dylan trailed kisses down her neck and to her chest. His eyes watching her closed ones. She threw her head back, her eyes closed on their own and her lips opened slightly. Dylan's touches her like a magician. His touch still makes her go crazy. He was indeed her soulmate. ****** Just like Dylan said, he brought in a Butler. He was a 44 years old British man and also a house help. But unlike Margaret she has decided to be coming to the Black's mansion every morning and leave in the evening. Which was perfectly fine for Leilani.

“You found the wrong person. The two of us have decided to retire from the underworld and start a decent business from now onwards.” “You’ll have to meet them whether you like it or not,” Butler Yates said icily. Just as he stopped talking, his subordinates backed away. At the entrance, two silhouettes appeared. One of them was dark-skinned; only his eyes and teeth were white. The other was sickly pale, with withered yellowish hair. The only physical similarity the two shared was the golden belts strapped around their waists. Old Niner found the sight amusing. “What’s with those two? Shooting for a movie? You’ve even got golden belts on you, huh?”

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.

Xareth’s voice cracked through the room like lightning splitting a tree. In one swift motion, he seized her by the throat and lifted her clean off the ground. Her legs flailed mid-air, her fingers clawing desperately at his hand. “I warned you,” he growled, low and lethal. “If you dare meddle in my affairs again, or defy my rule, I’ll send you back to the Black Abyss.” The Black Abyss? Even through the pain clouding my thoughts, that phrase echoed in my mind. People say cruel things when they're angry, but that didn’t sound like a metaphor. That sounded like a place.

“And where we are heading is far from ordinary. If you want to make it out alive, you must learn to accept him the way he is… and love him regardless.” Love him? My mind spun. “He may seem cold. Ruthless,” the butler went on. “But that is because of what he has become… and the war that surrounds us.” War? “He believes he does not need love,” he said quietly. “But if he does not receive it before it is too late… he will die.” Silence filled the car. “I love my master,” the butler said, his voice now carrying something deeper—loyalty… desperation. “And I want him to live. Help us achieve that, and you will not regret staying with us.”

They only watched the Orange Team with furrowed brows. “We may be weaker than the Citadel, but at least we don’t walk around with a slave. Look at him. He doesn’t smile or speak, and he is pitifully weak.” Black Ink spat out disdainfully, referring to the silent man standing behind Black Hand. However, even though he was the one being insulted, he still showed no emotions. “I would watch my words if I were you. He may look ordinary, but his master is beyond all of you.” Orange Ivy was clearly annoyed by their words. But she didn’t say anything out of line.

William laughed, a sliver of disdain visible in his eyes. For Brenton, he could sense that his opponent was at the initial stage of the semi-god level. He had nothing to be afraid of as he had already achieved the last stage of the semi-god level! Meanwhile, Mindy had arrived at a square where she asked a man, “Where’s the butler? Do you know where he’s at?” The man smiled. “Butler Titus seems to be at the master’s quarters with Beth. After all, the master’s condition is degrading, and they constantly visit him.”

Sighing, I turn back to the door, about to knock before it suddenly opens and my hands freezes midway and I am face to face with a. Butler? Who in the world still keeps those? He has his hair slicked back, and hw looks about in his late thirties or so, in a white shirt and black coattails, with gloves and some sort of self important look on his face "Miss Walker?" I nod, probably lost beyond all reasonable doubt that this guy that I was being made to see was not a psycho. "Follow me" The man walks away, still leaving me at the door while I gaze into a dark hallway, seeing absolutely nothing.

“HEY RETARD, STOP CHATTING WITH THOSE MORONS AND JUST HELP ME WALK NOW!” I just waved a goodbye to butler Sam and the other men before we finally walked inside the school. “We finally found the next queen.” I even heard butler Sam said that but I just ignored because I didn’t understand what he meant. “Lucifer, are those men in black also your butlers?” I asked Lucifer as we walk. “What else do you think? Stupid.” “Wow, you have too many butlers then.” Every student started mumbling as we walk past them.