Black Butler Oc Novels & Stories

His presence filled the space without effort, yet he remained controlled, respectful, as though he feared crossing a line. Calvin chuckled again, but it landed awkwardly, hollow. “Don’t worry, Blackwood. I’ll take good care of her. She’s got me and Allison. More than enough.” For the first time, Blackwood’s eyes met his. Cool, measured. A silence that cut sharper than any retort. Calvin shifted, his smile faltering, his hand sliding off the blanket as though burned. Blackwood turned back to me. “If you need anything,” he said softly, “you call me. No matter the hour. Do you understand?”

"Try it again," Lucian Black ordered, his deep voice filling the small space. I pressed the emergency button for the third time, but nothing happened. The private elevator had jerked to a sudden stop between the 47th and 48th floors, and the main lights had gone out, leaving only the dim red emergency glow. My boss stood just inches away, towering over me in his perfectly tailored black suit. At 38, Lucian Black was the definition of ruthless power, sharp jaw, cold gray eyes, and a presence that made everyone in the building nervous.

' she thought and used it as an inspiration not to break her stare. Everyone in the room was tensed. Black did this before with Flute and he almost went crazy, not being able to handle the memories that he saw. Black lost control of it, but thankfully, Era was there to control Flute and told him he's okay. That nothing's wrong. "Say my name," Black ordered which Ela obeyed and made their both of their eyes turn white. 💜

he whispered, looking down at the Butcher's hands that held a huge brown coffin. Then watched as the figure disappeared like it was never there. *AUTHOR'S NOTE: So Bleach has made another appearance (＠_＠;). Duke Constantine's butler isn't human too sooooo…. Get used to it because nobody in this book is human nor can they be trusted lol (ノ｀Д´)ノ彡┻━┻. Anyways, what do you think the butler was doing there? Was he doing it on his own or is there something strange going on here?

It looked like a fortress. Inside, the air smelled of leather and smoke. The butler, dressed in black, led us down a hallway with paintings that looked older than the country. My heels clicked against the marble floor, each step echoing in my chest. And then I saw him. Santino Blackwood. He stood near the fireplace, the flames lighting his face. He was taller than I imagined, his shoulders broad under a perfectly tailored black suit. His hair was dark, his jaw sharp, his cheekbones cutting. But it was his eyes that froze me. Cold. Stormy. Like they could see through my skin and into my bones.

Chapter Eleven— fake dating. ☆Micaiah's POV☆ We sat in his study. Barton himself looked like something out of a mob movie—sixty years old, silver hair slicked back, a pinky ring that caught the light when he moved his hand. Kieran stood behind me, silent and watchful. He'd barely said a word since we arrived. "So," Barton said, swirling his scotch. "Daemon Blackwood." I leaned back, keeping my expression neutral. "He's becoming a problem."

Before exiting, I glanced at the door behind which my parents were—weak and barely hanging on. “Just wait, I’ll be back. Let me finish this first,” I thought to myself before turning and walking away. As I stepped outside, I was greeted by none other than Black 01, grinning at me. Her belly was big, but she moved as if it were nothing. She looked even more intimidating now. “Hello, Agent/Assassin C. So, have you reunited with Papa D? Have you tasted heaven again? Because T always gets a taste of heaven from S,” she said with a giggle.

For a moment, he said nothing, and I took the opportunity to turn back to the window, letting the silence speak for itself. The car slowed as we approached Damon’s residence, a sprawling mansion that looked like something out of a fairy tale. Its grandeur was undeniable, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. Nothing felt real anymore. As soon as the car stopped, I unbuckled my seatbelt and stepped out, walking briskly to the trunk to grab my bags. A tall man with sharp features and a polite smile approached me. “Miss Olivia Black,” he greeted, his tone respectful. “I’m Daiki, Master Damon’s butler. Let me take those for you.”

Quickly the door opened, the Butler ran into the office, a huge glass jug was on his hands. "One more seconds of lateness is enough for me to drink your blood and bury you six feet under my feet." Blade said, quickly collecting the jug, the Butler yelped with fear, quickly standing ten feet away from the king. Blade glared at the Butler, the Butler was a vampire yet he behaved like a human.