Black Butler: Phantom And Ghost Novels & Stories

He knew the kind of monster his Lord was. Even in the darkened room, he could still see what was happening before him, since he was a night creature. The red thread and the coffin began fading into nothingness, revealing the two people floating in the air while still embraced together. What could be heard in the darkness was the humming and cracking of bones, as though a body was remolding. The sound was eerily creepy and nerve-wracking, but not for someone like Butler Thomas — to him, the sound was like music to his ears.

From inside the office fireplace, Ignatius’s blue flame roared to life, crackling loudly. "The traitor is the butler. Blackwell. He sold himself for the promise of immortality. He’s trying to escape through the forest." The black panther let out a low, deep growl that made the walls tremble slightly. Its red eyes blazed with fury. "Go," ordered the spirit. Meanwhile, in the bedroom, Lucian slowly pulled his face away. Larissa looked at him with wide eyes, breathing hard. "I... I couldn’t stop," she whispered, ashamed.

“Then… what is it?” Kade turned to the glowing console. Then he said something that made Ayesha’s blood run cold. “It’s a person.” The Ghost in the Machine Silence. Then Adrian scoffed. “That’s impossible.” Kade tapped the screen, bringing up a blurred digital profile. “It’s very possible.” He smirked. “Because Phantom? Is still alive.” Ayesha’s mind spun. Her father’s work. Revenant. The war they had fought to stop. It had all been a cover-up for something even bigger.

“Whatever we do, whatever happens – he stays safe.” “Of course, sir.” Across town, in the Blackwood mansion, a different scene was unfolding. Serena Blackwood’s anger was evident as she smashed a crystal object, the sound reverberating through the room. “How dare you even come here!” A glass shattered against the wall, its shards falling around the person kneeling in front of her. “I’m sorry, Ma’am,” Ghost whispered, blood trickling from where the glass had cut his cheek. The professional killer – the best money could buy – looked pathetically small under Serena’s wrath.

Ashley really wanted to punch him in the face. Morgan Blackstorm answered, "Why, don't you have the guts to admit it?" "You... don't be sentimental, I'm afraid!" Ashley had to explain. "Come down." Morgan Blackstorm's voice sank slightly, with a somewhat commanding tone. "No." Ashley wrapped her arms even tighter, "There are ghosts, I'm afraid." Morgan Blackstorm frowned, "Nonsense, how can there be ghosts in this world?" "Yes." Ashley refused to come down, "You just didn't see it!"

"Everyone in back, move it! The higher-ups are breathing down our necks again." All the Phantom Patrols wore boring suits and had completely forgettable faces. Blanc and Noir stood out though. They kept taking a step forward, then glancing back at her nervously. Some Phantom Patrol they knew walked over. "How come you only brought one today? Are you still dealing with that York family mess?" He pulled out what looked like a Ghost Candle and offered it to Blanc. Both of them sniffed it hard—that was how dead people socialized down here, and it's called soul communion. They were pretty much like cigarettes for living people, but way more potent.

Upon Benjamin's command, a large and burly man with soulless eyes walked out. The man wielded a black machete in his grip. Ghost was engraved onto the blade. He had a terrifying and intimidating aura. The infamous Ghost was the final trump card up Benjamin's sleeve. Ghost rose to his full height and narrowed his eyes at Nathan menacingly. "Mr. Sanchez, what is your command?" He rumbled in a husky voice. "Since this b*stard refuses to give up, why don't you send him to hell!" Benjamin ordered as his eyes narrowed.

"How are you so sure who's going to die, you bastard? To hell with you!" The man in the black robes turned into a black shadow as he charged towards Wilbur. Wilbur broke out running as well when the man in the black robes leaped into the air. The man raised his samurai sword while roaring, "Black Panther Slayer!" All at once, a ball of black miasma appeared before morphing into a black panther that let out a terrifying roar, charging toward Wilbur. Wilbur turned his defense into an attack at once, taking half a step forward as he blocked the thunder cleaver in front of his chest.

Bacchus answered. “Why?” I asked again. “WHY?! YOU’RE ASKING WHY?! HE KILLED OUR BROTHERS! HE DESERVES TO DIE!” Pegasus shouted again. Bacchus just look at him and he shut up. I sighed. “Black Dragon just fought back. It was one versus many.” I quietly said. “It wasn’t his fault that your members are no match to him.” “Exactly. That’s why Boss is angry. He killed them all without being shot even once.” Bacchus bitterly answered.

“No, Mom’s favorite movie was Bridges of Madison County. But please, call me Fran.” “Fran, okay. That’s some claim to make.” “Wish I could invite you over to see for yourself. But before you come anyway near the Manor, the Blotters and I need to figure out a way to get rid of that thing.” “Right, you and your ghostly roommates.” “Yes, Mr. Price, the Blotters. Can you tell me anything about this shadow? Is it really a demon?” He took a moment to reply, and he didn’t sound patronizing anymore. I could tell he was being honest now, or at least trying.