Black Butler Opening Songs Novels & Stories

Thinking deeply about what he should sing for Natasha to learn that Morbius was on her side. He looked over the bed and sternly looked at Natasha who was still having a hard time controlling the swings of her emotions whenever stormy weather was present. He sighed as his worry turned soft and his mouth began to sing a song that he thought was long forgotten that he had in him. "Nighttime sharpens, heightens each sensation. Darkness stirs and wakes imagination. Silently the senses abandon their defences..." Morbius started by singing a song from the soundtrack of The Phantom of the Opera named The Music of the Night.

You guys can go ahead, just watch out for snakes. "Awe." Cairo fusses, but Sebastian ruffles his hair lovingly. "Let's give dad a little time to recuperate." River orders, nodding at Sebastian who returns it with a grateful smile. Moments later Sebastian shrugs out of his jacket and greets Kinsey, the stout, middle-aged butler dressed the part. "Good afternoon, Kinsey." "Good afternoon, master Black." Kinsey's melodic voice and accents floats in the air and Sebastian smiles. "May I take your coat, sir?"

Callan yelled as he climbed the large staircase that seemed to go on forever. I clutched my purse as if it could provide me some solace. I quickly moved towards the stairs. By the time we reached the top my legs were screaming in protest. There was no way I would be able to get used to those. Every staff member we passed wore the same black and white butler’s uniform and kept their gaze facing the floor in respect as their Alpha walked by. After several more agonizing minutes of walking, Callan stopped in front of a door before opening it. He held the door open and motioned for me to walk in.

The white haired butler raised his clawed hand; he had now pinned 019 to the ground, ready to claw 019's face to the death. 018 readied to use his sword to stab the white haired butler when he brought 019 face to face with it and then slammed him back on the ground. Again, again, and again. The Shadow growled before mindlessly imbedding his sword into the side of the tailed white haired butler. It opened its mouth, and a ghastly noise reverberated from his throat and then something oozing of smoke came out of his mouth like liquid and landed on the Shadows face.

Hiro objected. "I don't listen to Blacklist like that!" Shirai was cleaning out his ear. "It sounded cool tho, guess I should give them more of a listen." "Since Hayate-san was the only one who knew it why don't you go ahead and pick the next song?" He froze for a second like a deer at headlights. "M-m-me?!" He...was unexpectedly shy in front of people... That's kind of cute. I nodded. He paused to think for a moment, but when he began to play I felt like I had just been tazed. It took me a while to react as he played a very old song of Azure Phoenix's Nighttime Lover.

And turned on. “You sure about this?” he asked, eyes locked on hers. She licked her lips. “No. But I want it.” The door opened before she could knock again. Mr. Black stood there, black shirt unbuttoned just enough to show off the ink on his chest. His eyes dragged over her, then over Miles. “Well,” he said, lips curling. “Look who decided to play.” They stepped inside. The door shut behind them. Loud. Final. “Strip,” Mr. Black said, voice calm. “Both of you.”

Silas's POV: I sighed as I felt the sun going down and got to my feet. I hadn't been able to sleep well during the day today.... I ran my fingers through my hair and walked over towards my closet. It's high time that I went out to clear my head up. I think I'll hit up a nightclub and have some fun.... I smirked at the idea of sinking my fangs into some helpless human tonight then grabbed my street clothes I never really let my brothers see, a pair of purple and black suspenders, a black long sleeve button up shirt, my jeans, and my Black Butler belt I had gotten a few months ago. Yeah, I watch anime... just not around anyone else. It's my secret.... I stripped, dropping my pajamas on the flo

"Lisa... You are here. Hello, Dr. Valentine." She heard the familiar cold sexy voice from the top of her head. She quickly pulled her hands back and looked up at the source of the voice. A wide smile appeared involuntarily on her face, seeing her savior, and called, "Mr. Black...." "Hmm...." Carl Black smiled at her. Dr. Valentine frowned and asked, "Mr. Black, are you alone, or are you with someone else?" Displeasure spread on his face. "Why? Can't I come alone to have dinner?"

He says sadly. I shake my head. “What ? No, you’re mistaken. He wouldn’t …”. “I’m sorry, miss. But we have our orders”. The butler says. His expression is as bland as unseasoned food, as he closes the door. When I try to open it, I find it once again locked.

A black curtain, which had been in front of our noses the whole time and which I thought was just decoration, lifted to reveal some gods, or rather, I mean, some imposing men. The background music starts to play, but it's not just any music; it's "Man Areas" by Jonny McGovern. Six men begin to move sensually to the rhythm of the music. One of them is dressed as a cop, with the buttons of his shirt undone; another as a cowboy, with only a hat and pointed boots; another as a plumber, also shirtless; another as an executive, beautifully sexy; another as a doctor, all beautiful; and the last one is wearing only black latex pants and a whip in his hand, swinging it to the rhythm of the others.