Black Butler: Phantom And Ghost Novels & Stories

Yman's body was enveloped by black mana as he was slowly pushing his body to get up. The Noble Rat wondered if this person just playing dead a moment ago. Never did the Noble Rat expected for this human to hide such a card up his sleeves. He was dying just a moment ago, but now, his body had something weird on it. The current Yman has ears the same as the Noble Rat but it colored like black smoke. His hands have black long nails but the sizes and forms were the same as that of the Noble Rat and his eyes had turned red, but in this state, his vision was unhindered in this dark surroundings. He even has a black tail grown on its back the same as the Noble rat.

Its ears had stood up straight, searching for the source of the sound, slowly breathing through its muzzle as its eyes searched round in the darkness and the woods for the one who made such sound It still had a Mark on its claws. The other had shifted back to his human form, and his pain had increased with his shifting process. He was weak beyond imagination. The Phantom was a powerful beast that night, and his strength had failed him when it came to fighting such a monstrosity. It searched until its eyes had caught the sight of something hidden within the trees. It intentionally reduced his breath, breathing slowly while it strained its eyes deeply into viewing what it had suspected to be t

"Don't dare touch me again or I'll kill you again." The male chuckles and rubs his hair. "I'm just like you... A ghost. So how can you possibly kill me? I came back just the same way you came back cause I can't let you hurt her even though I wish I can cause she's a silly female." Jalen rolls her eyes at him and relaxes but suddenly shudders when his other words dawned on her and all the hairs on her body started rising and goosebumps prickled at her skin. "Y..yo..u..both are ghosts?"

I further questioned him Hearing my question Draco face suddenly turned overcast as he said “It’s a Black blood ghost” “Black Blood Ghost?” I was stunned, I haven’t read anything about such a type of ghost in my grandmother book, and this looked something new and dangerous at same time.

I have never been to this place before because I don't recognize this place. I look down at myself and I'm still dressed in my work clothes, but they're dirty and stained with blood. My hands are shackled to the chair I'm sitting on and there's no means of escape. I try to jostle my hands out of their bondage but it's tight as hell. " You can't break out of that, sweetheart." A voice says. I turn my head to the source of the voice and I'm surprised to see Bianca. She's dressed in all black attire. Black pants, black boots, black top. Bianca takes slow strides to my bonded form as she bends a little so we're eye to eye.

No one could tell who owns who like the two pairs of wings were the same sizes and were dyed with black and sharp edges. “Gukasho, hide within my shadows.” Grand Duke Zel ordered his trusted butler while waving his right hand in one small sweep. “As you wish, your grace.” The latter bowed his head and entered the black hole that was eerily the same as Cent’s demonic arts that used the shadow. The moment that Gukasho entered the black hole, the dark wobbly entrance also vanished. Does it mean that I have the same demonic power as my father? Are all Halflings like this?

She looks like a butterfly flying from one flower to another. "WHAT THE HECK?!!!!!!! Did I just encounter a phantom?!" Yet as if the situation can't get any worse, he saw a little black cat running after him. He did not dare blink his eyes anymore, because he saw how the little black cat was transforming into a huge black panther. "This won't do!" He reaches out for something inside his vest and right after that, he pointed out an ordinary-looking piece of a stick towards Nero. "STAMATISTE EKEI"

[The Ghost Army] The heavy oak door of the wine cellar didn't just open; it exploded inward, reduced to a spray of splinters by a synchronized kinetic charge. Through the dust, four Ghost units moved with a terrifying, insectoid grace. Their tactical visors weren't glowing with the standard blue of the Regency; they were pulsing with a deep, oily black—the mark of the Heir. "Dante!" I screamed, diving behind a row of ancient, dust-covered casks.

And in that glow, figures sat up. Not physically. They were translucent, insubstantial, woven from the grey light and memory. Ancient Blackwood Alphas and Lunas, warriors and healers, the venerable dead of the line. They did not look at us. They did not look at Vorian. They simply were. A silent, judgmental audience resurrected from calcium and legacy. Vorian’s smirk vanished. His gun wavered. “Phantoms,” he snarled, but his voice lacked conviction. “Dust and trickery!”

"It's been a while, but your temper is still terrible, Mr. Cumur!" Everyone turned to see the eerie sight of six black-clad figures shrouded in black smoke. "Black robes, black smoke… Are you the Ghostly Six?!" someone exclaimed in recognition. They were sextuplets who had cultivated in the dark arts. Now, their bodies were no more than phantoms, and they were said to be unbeatable! "I don't believe you were invited!" Zark growled coolly, while everyone else assumed combat stances, ready for a fight.