Black Butler: Phantom And Ghost Novels & Stories

"How uncouth of you to shame his highness in public. Or is this how his highness raised his slave?" A gentle yet scathing voice of ridicule broke the harmonic atmosphere — a jet black-haired woman, the origin of the mocking tone, made her appearance seemingly out of nowhere. Behind her, stood two young boys about Sol's age as well as one girl. They were also accompanied by three bodyguards and one handsome man attired in butler clothes. Nightmare Crows weren't the sole beast able to use the power of teleportation. Dark Phantom — a higher-tiered magical being. Sol's gaze settled on the raven-haired man standing with a smile close to 'that' woman.

Etched was a sinister smile on the corner of the Ghost’s mouth, he slurped at his hair, blackened in the misery of the happening until he couldn’t digest the fury of the moment and sat with a thud. “She’ll kill me.” He fumbled. “Why?” Matt asked, staring straight at the sullen ghost. "Aren't you supposed to be more powerful and deadly than her?" “No.” “She is a child. Born through the conversion of another animal,” his voice came out gross and unfathomable. “How do I get out of here?” “You can't, Matty.” The Ghost of the Black barked. “You go with us, or she takes you down into the world, filled with retribution of the past.” The Ghost alerted.

And behind them, Arthur's figure stood tall with a gold pocket watch in his hand. "Bloodmoon's time is up, Mr. Blackwood," said the butler in a deadly formal tone. "Please get out of Miss Chloe's property, or we will clean it up along with your pile of rubbish."

Jongin said understandingly, moving forward: “Does it make sense to you?” He stopped as that man showed his fangs into a sharp, devilish smile. “I am Aleister Black, the exterminator of the Ilgara race, who murdered Prince Gerald and his wife, Lorraine.” His smile widened like a mentally disturbed person. And soon he will kill Damontry Elgara to revive the barren land of kingdoms with its hybrid blood. “How long are we going to stay here?” Baekhyun grumbled, wiping both hands over his face.

Her skin was practically translucent now, golden light pulsing beneath it in time with her heartbeat. "It won't stop," Vivienne said, something like compassion crossing her features. "But you can choose how it proceeds." The first figure appeared in the chamber entrance—Leon Blackthorn's dark suit immaculate despite whatever chaos he'd navigated to reach them. His eyes were no longer human, shifting between obsidian black and midnight blue. Behind him came others: a red-haired man whose skin seemed to shimmer with heat, a pale blonde whose breath frosted the air around him, a silver-eyed man with electricity crackling between his fingers.

"Sir, with all due respect, Adrian Black doesn’t look for people. He finds them." Victor smirked. "Exactly." With that, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a second playing card. The Queen of Hearts. He placed it on the desk, tapping it once. "Time to meet his weakness." Black Enterprises Adrian’s Office Adrian stood by the window, gripping the edges of the desk so tightly his knuckles turned white. Amelia watched him carefully. "Who is he, Adrian?" A muscle in his jaw ticked. "Victor Calloway isn’t just a name," he finally said. "He’s a ghost. A shadow. The kind of man who doesn’t just kill, he erases."

Phantom crossed his legs and leaned against the couch casually. He narrowed his eyes and appraised Lucille, who was dressed in allblack, only revealing her eyes. "Did you say you're Inkbrush?" Lucille also appraised him. Phantom was Ghosthorn's top dog and called the shots there. There was one thing that surprised her, though—he was younger than she'd expected and quite handsome. He'd deep-set eyes and a tall nose. His had tanned skin and a small scar on his forehead. It didn't detract from his good looks, though. On the contrary, it left one with a deep impression. It was as if it was his trademark.

A slow, hot burn that tightened my chest and slicked my thighs. Then I saw him. He rose from a throne of ebony and bone. A silhouette of pure darkness wrapped in black leather. Obsidian and silver covered his face—a wolf's snout, narrow slits for eyes, a mouth that showed nothing but the occasional gleam of fang. The Phantom. Our gazes locked. The bond slammed into place like a physical blow. A primal snarl ripped from his throat, echoing through the hall. Conversations died. Every wolf turned to watch.

Seeing Nicholas' gaze shift to the top of the counter, she leaned in to check. It was a rat. Its outline wasn't so solid and distinct and she could have sworn it was a ghost rat. Holding Nicholas' left arm, she eyed the rat and asked "Nicholas, is this what I think it is?" "It might be, depending on what you are thinking." Geneva was sure he was replying just for the sake of it. She pursed her lips and eyed him too. It definitely was a ghost rat. She had two ghosts in her house! One was annoying her everyday and the other one was breaking her China wares!

Two massive statues flanked the entrance, shaped like grotesque monkeys, but not the playful kind. These were twisted, horror-born beasts, with bloated bellies, gnarled claws, and gaping mouths filled with jagged, bloodstained teeth. Their black stone skin seemed to breathe, pulsing with a dark red glow beneath the surface. A viscous liquid, thick and crimson, dripped from their jaws, falling to the ground in slow, deliberate plops that echoed like heartbeats. Blood, or something that mimicked it. I flinched and slammed the window shut.