Black Butler Oc Novels & Stories

Janet said before heading towards the kitchen. "I'll look after her ma! but for now....... I'm only offering to drive her around since that's what my boss assigned me to do". Mister Black said before getting up from the dining chair. How he's behaving is Damn creepy, 'like what the hell!'. Mister Black is behaving like a nonhuman base on his method of talking. He didn't even blink while he was staring at Cecelia. He wasn't staring at her with lust, neither was he staring at her with disgusted eyes, but he was staring at her with the types of eyes that carries different emotions.

"But..' she whispers. 'Not now..' he said again, and completely vanished from the room. He walks outside the main gate of the palace, where the garden lies. Petals of sakura leaves were falling down from trees. Surrounded by the sakura trees and a fountain in the middle. Alkhun looks at the water in it and saw the reflection of himself. Black greyish eyes, with black messy hair and white tan skin, pointed nose. Nothing special really, except. He shoved his hair on the forehead theirs a noticeable black scar, a Finger big, undefined shape. He doesn't hate it, he sure doesn't. It is the symbol of the Witch Family of the West.

“I am your Beta! I'm supposed to know these things! What does it make me if you're planning things with an outsider in my absence?!” “Poor puppy no longer feel like his masters favorite?” Black said with a mocking pout and Laycon growls, causing Black to leap out of his seat with an uncharacteristic giggle, “I'll take my leave now. If you need us, you know how to reach me…. And the other Black's.” He informed, sounding serious again, “We have everything in check, and we'll be sure to keep our pretty Luna out of danger too, we just need an order. Now… I have to report back to Zane.” He cleared his throat, bowing quickly before turning around. “When do I get to meet the real Black.” I called o

His hand moved to my waist, pressing me harder against the wall. “Alpha David, stop!” I pushed against his chest. He didn’t listen. His face inched closer. Panic surged through me. “Alpha David, stop!” Suddenly, a deep, guttural snarl ripped through the air. A hand yanked him away. “Enough.” Alpha David stumbled back, breathing hard. I looked up and saw the butler standing between us, his expression dark with fury. But this time, his irises glowed a faint gold—he wasn’t just a servant. He was a wolf too. A Beta.

As the door slowly creaked open, Leon’s eyes immediately locked onto Zalethos Blackwood, seated on a raised throne at the far end of the room. Zalethos Blackwood, the Demon King, exuded an aura of authority that seemed to fill the entire room. His jet-black eyes were like bottomless abysses, cold and commanding, while the sharpness of his gaze radiated an overwhelming pressure. He wore a regal robe of deep purple, edged with gold, and every movement he made imbued with a sense of solemn dignity.

The other side was filled with beeping monitors, IV drips, and oxygen tanks. ‎ ‎And in the center, sitting at a long ebony dining table set for three, was a figure in a wheelchair. ‎ ‎Julius Blackwood. ‎ ‎He was terrifyingly small. His body was withered, his skin clinging to his bones like translucent parchment. His hands, resting on the arms of the chair, were skeletal claws. He looked like a corpse that had been dug up and dressed in a velvet suit. ‎ ‎But his eyes were alive. ‎ ‎They were bright, feverish, and predatory. They locked onto me instantly, stripping away my defenses.

The Butler openly states, showing delightful wrinkles on his face. "I do too, and thank you, Sebastian. I am home," She expresses as she halts her feet. Sebastian, their Butler, is a man in his sixties, and he towers all the working maids, gardeners in the mansion. His chocolate-like eyes are soft and kind that reflects his characteristic inside. Even though his grey hair is revealing, everyone could tell he was a marvelous man in his teenage years. Furthermore, he looks flawless in his mono-color black uniform. "Why did you not give us advance notice of your return, Lady Veronica?" Sebastian asks curiously with a confused expression.

After he had received the instructions, the man drifted from the wall and moved to plain sight. Ibekwe's heartbeat increased as he saw the white and black paint in different parts of the man's eyes as he came closer to him. The white paint was in his right eye. The black paint was in his left eye. He was dressed in Osisiakalaka's attire and he was chanting a song that Ibekwe had only heard from the mouth of Osisiakalaka. The man that looked like Osisiakalaka ran quickly and stopped. Fear gripped Ibekwe. What will happen now? Why did he stop? Again, the man drove his painted eyes, moving from the desperation that hung on Ibekwe's head to the burden of being disturbed by his own mind that hung

In his mind, it will be suicidal to contradict my mate in front of me. We don’t have much time to take in the splendour around us. The Blakes may be dying out, but their money isn’t. After what feels like hours, the Butler finally opens the white doors that lead to the parlour. I almost collapse in shock. The fear flutters away like a dying butterfly.

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