Black Butler Opening 1 Novels & Stories

"Britney, it seems like you were overly concerned about a butler! If you're really curious, I have a suggestion for you..." Manuel's eyes narrowed slightly, his pitch-black pupils capturing her, his voice steady. "Tonight, indulge me! I will tell you everything!"

I shook my head as I adamantly convinced myself that I had to talk to Silvio about these matters. Soon, we reached the main doors. The butler professionally opened the door and nodded towards me before backing away. I gave him a confused look. But soon found myself startled when a black sleek car came into view. The black shiny metal looked eye-catching in bright sunny rays. I followed my gaze and stiffened when my eyes landed on Silvio. He leaned against the car, with his feet crossed and arms crossed across his chest. The black shades he was wearing were doing doing wonders in hiding his perfectly steely eyes.

“You are my mate. Regardless of whether we have done the ceremony yet, you are my Luna.” My cheeks flushed at his words; the thought of being a Luna had weighed heavily on my mind, but now was not the time to dwell on it. “Come this way,” the butler said, clearing his throat. The butler was a tall, lanky man with hair so dark that it was like charcoal. He walked in long strides, his head held high, and his hands clasped together behind his back.

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.

Back in the secret room in the mansion, The crackling sound of bone continued, as if something were stretching itself back to life. From the darkness, the man’s lashes trembled subtly, as though he might open his eyes at any moment. His appearance remained obscured by the shadows. The room returned to pin-drop silence as the crackling of bones ceased, as if it had served its purpose. The man floating in the air slowly descended, while still embracing Lynette by the waist. Butler Thomas stood there in awe when he saw his Lord open his eyes. Something he had prayed and wished for, for years. “Snap!”

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.

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 could see the chances of me living here very high because it was safe, it had street signs, there was no one smoking on the streets, much like my former neighborhood before I met Silas. I opened the door and got out, rounding the car to walk up to the house that was sitting in a very nice place. I knocked on the door and waited for a while. I heard someone speaking in the background as the door opened. I saw my butler in a black shirt and tie with black trousers, like he was going somewhere. He stared at me. “Oh, sir,” he said, brows raised. “What can I do for you? I knew I should have written how much I was being owed for the month, but I haven’t come around that. I have to go to a funera

Light. Warm. And at the end of the row… Arthur Blackwood sat in a wheelchair. Silent. His body wasn't as strong as it used to be. But his eyes… were open. Observing. For the first time… without pressure. The music changed. The large doors opened slowly. All heads turned. Lucian was already standing at the front. His black suit was neat, his expression calm—but his eyes… couldn't lie. He was waiting. And then—Selene appeared.

“Come on. Let’s meet the fourth princess.” “Right this way, Mr. Clarke.” Soon, a silver-haired butler in a tuxedo walked out before respectfully bowing in front of Toby. Even though the butler’s actions were quite up to standards, his cold expression could clearly be felt.