Black Butler Oc Novels & Stories

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.

' like seriously? 'No, you are not going to force anyone' Jack is just about to pull me when mr. Black's deep upset voice echoes in the hall. Phew! For once, I think I am thankful for Mr. Black's intrusion. At least, this can serve as a compensation for him being a total dick to me earlier this morning. 'In my office mr. Moore' Mr. Black says bossily and then turns back, probably going to his office with an annoyed expression. 'We are not done yet kitten.' Jack says with a victorious grin.

Oh stood waiting to see them off, as he always did. “Enjoy your evening, Master Ethan and Young Mistress Belle.” “Thank you, Mr. Oh,” Belle replied warmly. Since moving into Ethan’s mansion, the loyal butler had become a fatherly presence in her life. Mr. Oh smiled affectionately. “You are absolutely stunning tonight, Young Mistress.” Belle’s blush deepened. “Thank you again.” Ethan helped her into the waiting car, his hand steady and protective. As the vehicle pulled away, Mr. Oh waved from the steps.

There would be none of that fuck with your heart and play mind games crap, either. No, he died while he was still Lord of the Underworld, the Black Devil. That is who they would have to face. Which is why instead of being summoned in due time to stand before them like every other soul, Ol' Blackie came out the other side of the Gate with a hiss in his throat. Using what was residual in his aura, he transported himself into the space out of time where the Three Toms and their shared office resided. And he had no intention of going through the various administrative assistants and the like. No, King appeared behind the Three Toms, undetected in a cloud of black Hex auric sand and just observed

I feel the beginnings of anger stir in my veins. Soon. Soon enough, she'll be begging for my touch. "Who are you?" She asks, voice quivering. I consider her question. She's so pure. So innocent. So beautiful. I do not want the dark part of me to touch her. Nothing is allowed to taint such ethereal beauty. Tonight I will be Luca. Blackstone, crime Lord and mob boss has been banished to the shadows. I tip her chin upwards with my finger, ignoring her protests.

A voice suddenly echoes in the large living room and I turn to see a man dressed in a butler's attire at the entrance, he lowered his head respectfully. “I'm Winston. The previous butler fell ill and so, I have been newly appointed by Mr Blackwood.” As if I knew who the old butler was. I force a small smile and nod. “It's nice to meet you Winston. I remember Alexander mentioned something about some maids too, did you perhaps come with them?” Winston smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Yes Mrs Blackwood.” He faced the door and clapped twice and some maids walked in with their heads slightly lowered.”

I placed my palm against the barrier, feeling its cold resistance against my skin. "I am Seraphina Blackthorne, daughter of Alpha Kieran and Luna Raven. This house is mine by blood and right. You will yield to me." For a moment, nothing happened. Then I felt a sharp pain as the barrier tested my claim, drawing a thin line of blood across my palm. Diamond snarled, not with pain but with triumph as the darkness began to dissolve, revealing the chamber beyond.

His eyes swished past the butler to land on me as I neared. “Mrs. Blackwood.” Butler Su dipped his head slightly in respect. My eyes fell on Dominic and our eyes met. He looked so calm, like he didn’t just see my boobs hanging in the air less than an hour ago. I sighed for the fiftieth time that morning. “That’s it,” Dominic dismissed. Butler Su nodded. “You are always welcome back, Mrs. Blackwood,” said Butler Su. I nodded at him. Definitely not returning here even if the heavens tried to convince me. I walked toward the sleek black car.

Overlooking a dark stretch of water that barely moved. Dante knocked. No answer. He knocked again, louder this time. A voice came from inside. Thin. Tired. “Go away.” Dante stepped closer to the door. “Mr. Hale? My name is Dante Moretti. I need to speak with you about Arthur Blackwood.” Silence followed. Long enough that Dante thought he might have pushed too far. Then the door cracked open, held by a chain. An old man looked out. Seventy, maybe more. Pale. Drawn. His eyes lingered on Dante a second too long.

“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?”