Black Butler Opening Theme Novels & Stories

The air in the room seemed to vanish as sweat clouded Jayden's palm. Black stood by the doorway, hands tucked casually into his coat pockets, his expression carved from stone. Sunlight hit him from behind, turning him into a silhouette blocking the only clear path to the door. “Well,” Black said mildly, gaze drifting to the bedstand. “You never disappoint me.” Jayden’s breathing came out fast and heavy as his hands instinctively pulled out the USB drive and slid it into his pocket.

(Butler Bang) “Alright…then can you do the research for me about the quiz and the games?…I don’t want to be caught off guards as someone clueless on the show…” “Ohohoho~…don’t worry sir, these old man has seen a lot of variety shows and I can certainly predicted what is about to come up on the show…hohoho~..”.(Butler Bang) “Thanks…By the way…the breakfast and the coffee is lovely as always..”. “Then..I am happy to be of service as always sir…Then, I will head back to the mansion first…please do take care, sir…”. (Butler Bang)

She felt a tremendous mana presence Familiar to her. An old man, wearing a green kimono has walked out of the chamber. Pulling out the sharp sword on his waist. Amari can't be mistaken. It was the Black Grade sword only given to King Rank Swordsman, specifically the Black Beast Sword, given to only one person. "Nerom?" She can't believe what she was seeing with the sword he's holding in his hand, it was the For a moment her breathing just stopped. ~~~ "Alkhun berhalksawn as really did it."

Then I hurried to Kuroyuki, who was maintain the wall from the silhouettes. "Kuroyuki— is that what I think it is…?" I asked. "…They— are us," Kuroyuki answered. The silhouettes are August (sword silhouette), Blaze (armbar silhouette), Kuroyuki (spear silhouette), Persia (black card silhouette), Rumelia (black string silhouette) and Kronos (black bullets silhouette). "They are one person short— so it's me who's not in there, huh. What is the meaning of this…?"

She muttered as she pulled the door open and let herself out of the car. She didn't realise how fast time had passed and looking around now, it was already late in the evening. Thea walked into the house, one step after the other. “Ms Blackwood.” It was Butler John. “Evening, John.” “Would you like to…” Thea met his gaze with a small smile. “I would like to be left alone for tonight. Please..” Butler John nodded and with a wave of his hand, the entire hall emptied of the staff, giving her the privacy she needed.

And of course. The picture of a water lily with a black and white background... "Miss Walker?" I look away from the painting as the butler who is now standing infront of a door that is opened says "Right this way" I walk up to him, and stop at the door, peering into the room before slowly entering it. It is.... Not like anything I had seen. The walls were white, the right part of it, and the left, black, but the one wall with his bed directly infront of it was ash with black and write spirals, and so was his bed....

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.

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.”

Nyra. I forced a polite smile. “Thank you, Siora. You can leave.” She nodded and slipped out quietly. The moment the door clicked shut behind her, I picked up the vial and uncorked it cautiously. A pungent, sulfurous odor immediately stung my nostrils. I recoiled slightly, and without a second thought, I poured the black liquid onto the cold stone floor. It didn’t behave like any liquid I’d ever seen.

Then black. Nothing.