Black Butler: Phantom And Ghost Novels & Stories

“Sorry to let you down, but nothing to report. No cold spots, no mysterious noises, no shadowy figures. Just Phantom.” “Phantom?” “That’s what I’m calling the cat.” “Well, I wouldn’t get too comfortable in the house just yet. Maybe the entities need some time to get geared up after being dormant for so long.” Tilting his head, Brad scrutinized his young lunch companion, again trying to figure the man out. “You completely believe in all that stuff, don’t you?” “Absolutely. In fact, I have a ghost in my apartment.” “Is that so?” “Yup, a slave girl named Melinda.”

Frustration mounted in him as he tried to find a clue. *** Neil Titus, a demon, and the director of the Shadow Crawlers, sat with a grim look as his dark eyes scanned the reports. His thick brown hair was combed back, and his posture radiated concern. With a loud sigh, he got up and smoothed the tailored suit.

Marcus, the quiet guy from accounting leaned against the door, arms crossed, with a bitter smirk twisting his lips. “McAllen,” he said. “You’ve been looking real happy lately. I see you enjoy your late night with the boss.” My stomach dropped. “What the hell are you talking about?” He stepped closer, I could see the jealousy in his eyes. “ I saw you leaving the private elevator. Looking like a man whose ass has taken some cock. You’re not the first, you know. The Ghost destroys anyone who tries to get close. You’re just the latest toy.” “The Ghost?” I laughed it off, but my voice sounded shaky even to me. “Sounds like some movie legend bullshit.”

Dad grabbed the nurse, throwing her out of the room alongside himself. "Well-done, Emily, you have accomplished your mission." A sinister scent emerged, a wicked laugh echoing across the room. The once blue sky was now a mixture of black and white with the moon reflecting its radiant image. Wails filled the air as a ray of light fell from the sky, hitting a mountain on the other side of town. I groaned, wincing as my hand was scorched by the flaming book. The pages settled, words in red appearing on the pages. "Strigoi, Nosferatu, Jiangshi…"

At last, they saw a black light appear in front of the conference table. Shortly after, a phantom appeared in place of the light! The phantom had hair draped all over his shoulders. He was wearing black robes, and his pale face had two bloody striations that were red in color. "Dark Phantom!" Sergio and Cameron were stunned. Legend had that the skill was only possessed by Rank 10 Dark Races. "I’m Bryson, and to all the powerful human fighters of Sky Blue Base City, I'm looking for a human Genetic Fighter that once appeared in Sky Blue Base City.

Kenji pulled down part of the collar of his coat from the left side of his neck, exposing a black butterfly tattoo with spread wings just above his collarbone on the left side of his neck. Yuri’s eyes widened when she saw it. And now that she actually looked closely, she can see that a black chain was also looped three times around Kenji’s left wrist, from which a silver crescent moon pendant engraved with the Roman numeral of two hung from. “This is the mark of the Phantoms,” said Kenji, pulling his coat collar back up again, and looking at Yuri. “There is a reason why the mark of the Phantoms is the butterfly. It is for the sole reason alone that the butterfly is the most mysterious and al

" the doctor said, fidgety. "No, doctor.." she shook her head but her face said it all. It became dull and pale. "Are you sure? Let me ask Mr Black.." he said and dialled a number on his phone while she knitted her brows in confusion. Mr Black? Who is he and why the hell is he asking him to insert a blood bag into her? Is he with Van Dough? Thinking of this made Amelia seriously worried.. her ocean blue eyes were bulged out in fear.. as if she was in a trance.

"Good. From this moment on, you have exactly one life. And it belongs to me." She tilted her head, looking back at Sebastian. Her lips moved in a silent, imperceptible ghost of a phrase: The third drop. I have it. Sebastian’s silver eyes were a chaotic storm of pride and agony. He stepped forward, taking his place half a step behind her—her shadow, her guardian, her weapon. But the game wasn't over. From the dark waters to the starboard side, a ghost-like submarine, painted in a matte black that seemed to swallow the light, breached the surface. On its conning tower was a stark, white emblem of a serpent with its jaws wide.

His red eyes glowed with fury, and without hesitation, he charged at over twenty white vampires. Black vampires were considered a plague, for they could drink the blood of their kind. In other words, they were traitors. They enslaved the innocent, and slaughtering the helpless was second nature to them. The white vampires devised a plan to wipe out the black vampire race entirely, to restore equality and peace. The whites succeeded in eradicating all black vampires except for one, the youngest son of Supreme Atcandis and Alyada, the young prince Zumir. Zumir endured relentless attacks. Everyone was shocked that he remained alive, even as he bathed in his blood.

The thick silver gate trapping me was violently kicked from inside, bent and broken by brute force! The dust settled slowly. Through the dim light, the phantom of an 18-year-old werewolf in a white shirt emerged, carrying me out step by step. Stunned, Ronan turned. He came face-to-face with the nightmare that would haunt him for the rest of his life.