Black Butler Opening 1 Novels & Stories

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.

His whole eyes turned black. Xavier felt the pressure on his chest again. His mouth suddenly moved on his own. “W– with all d– due respect, Sire,” the butler said still with his face on the floor. “Y– you also did not know w– when you’re the one w– who spend s– so much time w– with Miss Ann…”

“Thank you.” “Amen,” Mrs. Turner mutters. “Fuck them.” We all laugh, dark, sharp laughter, when the speaker on Mr. Blackwood’s desk buzzes. “The asset is here,” a voice says. I grin. “The asset? Like Mission Impossible?” Everyone nods. Mr. Blackwood walks to a section of the wall, pulls a book, presses a hidden button, and a door opens behind the shelf. A man enters with a medical cart full of tubes, needles, ice packs. He's calm and professional.

Wandering my eyes secretly on my room's ambiance, I swallowed a smile, choking and feeling a sudden sorrow. The place was warm and welcoming to my eyes. Shaking my thoughts off my head, I returned to my usual self before finally moving my body. I stood up and paces across the chocolate carpeted floor. Standing in front of the butler, I asked him. "Did I leave the door open?" Curiosity reflected in my eyes, the old butler raised his wrinkled hands to his cheeks and slowly scratch it. He weakly showed his smile as if his words would expose a secret that I shouldn't know because I could see hesitation in his body language.

Brigitta assumed that Ragnar has probably come home so she turned off the music and gestured for the children to sit. Then she went to the door and open it. But to her surprise, she saw an extremely gorgeous and handsome man. He was wearing an armless cloth and a black cargo pant. There was a two head squirrel tattoo drawn by his arms. He smiled and greeted, "good evening, miss. Brigitta." "Good evening, may I know who you are?" "I'm the new butler here. Will you allow me in?" He asked. Butler? How can a butler be this young and sexy? Thought butlers are always old men? "I must confirm from Mr. Ragnar."

I turn around so fast, open my eyes just to see group of men clad in black and white on glasses. "Mr. Blake, you have been called back at home. It's time to fulfill your duty. Please come with us." One of them steps forward, just his aura, I know he is who the elites and noblemen refer to as butler. I can tell they are misplacing me with another person. "I am not whom you think I am." I stare at them, anger bridling inside me. "Mr. Blake,we have been keeping tabs on you, you are exactly who we think you are , please come with us." The first guy which I am still sizing up in my head as the butler tries to reassure me.

Outside the God Sealing Orb, Butler Fin watched with wide eyes the events that were occuring inside the orb. He saw everything, from the moment Master Subhuti and Heavenly Demon Kim Min started fighting, to the moment the fight ended. And he clearly saw Kim Min cleaving the laws of the God Sealing Orb apart! "This isn't good!" Butler Fin showed some anxiety for the first time ever. His eyes were filled with unease as he watched the ever unshakable God Sealing Orb trembling violently within his hands.

This even also showed that the wielder of the darkness should never be put in a situation that would led to a repeat of the three days of darkness phenomenon. “Welcome back, your highness,” said the butler. A minotaur welcomed Damon the moment he pushed open the double doors which were made of gold and iron ores. Clad in his black and white crisp suit, the butler which served his father for some millennia now was already waiting for him after smelling his scent right after he stepped out of the portal – thanks to his astounding bull nose.

"I can end you with one post." I rolled my eyes. "What the fuck is that supposed to mean??" Charlotte chuckled over the phone and whispered. "You don't dine with the devil and go scot free. It was nice doing business with you but you should know better than to toy with me." "I did it, I did it.....We made a deal, Charlotte!" I said, fear cracking through my voice. "This isn't about me but my father...he loves the butler job! He needs it.... Please, for his sake, don't...." Before I could finish, a voice behind me cut through the night. "You're the butler's daughter?" I froze.

Far beneath them, hidden in the deepest chamber of the Ancient Kingdom… A colossal eye slowly opened. Unlike the crimson eyes they had seen before… This one was completely black. Its pupil burned with silver fire. And somewhere in the darkness… A monstrous smile spread across unseen lips. “I’ve been waiting… Lucian Valerius.”