Black Butler: Phantom And Ghost Novels & Stories

I declared, pouring more power into our cleansing beam. The entity laughed, the sound reverberating through both physical and spiritual planes. "Blood calls to blood, little moon-child. Your ancestors knew this truth before they locked me away." Lucious's presence steadied beside me, Apollo's golden energy reinforcing Diamond's silver. "We are Blackthornes," he stated, his spiritual voice ringing with conviction. "Guardians of the balance, not destroyers of it." The masked figure below was now chanting frantically, the other robed attendants joining in as they tried to counter our cleansing effort. I could feel our power faltering against their combined resistance.

The runes ignited, threads of light weaving up her arms and into the Mark. The air thickened. The ground trembled. And from the shadows at the edge of the room, something stirred — not an Echo, but something worse. Figures began to form — twisted silhouettes of men and beasts, remnants of those the Black Moon had touched. They moved like smoke and screamed like memory. Zevran’s blade flashed. “Here we go again.” He fought without hesitation, cutting through shadows that reformed as fast as he struck them. Each one that fell fed the light around Kaelira’s spell, fueling her strength.

With a click, the clasp came undone, and the pendant fell to the floor. In a flash, Zoe’s eyes widened. She grabbed my collar like a madwoman. “Y-You… You didn’t switch fates? You lied to me?!” I looked at her in surprise. “What are you talking about?” Miles suddenly exclaimed, “Ow, Maisie. My neck feels itchy.” He pulled down his collar, exposing his collarbone, and clearly revealed who was actually wearing the demonic fate-swapping lock.

She cut herself and held out her hand in the air, so the blood dropped into the sacred bowl. " Hold your hands together so the cuts meet," he said. I turned and faced her, her pretty face was a charm on its own and I found myself struggling to concentrate. I stretched out my hands to her, she did the same and placed her cut palm on mine. A spark was felt and I knew she felt it as well. The fire began to burn so well. Our wolves began to collide and I was struggling to breathe. It seemed the two wolves were trying to become one and we were the ones being affected by it.

I have so many unanswered questions about this mysterious assassin. I spent the next week preparing for the formal event while also gathering what I could about assassins that were known. None of the information told me anything. I got a few well-known female assassin names. The number one was Phantom Reaper, second was Blade of Bracken (named after this city, Bracken’s Rock), and third was simply Death. Not very original, that one. By evening, it’s time for me to attend this despicable gala to network and attempt to secure funding for my next research project. I dress sharply in a black tuxedo, my white dress shirt is crisp, and I wear a neatly knotted black tie. My hair is usually always a

Leon panted, scanning the dim corridor as his breath came in uneven bursts. Suddenly, a faint figure emerged out of the shadows—the female ghost. Her face was blurred and indistinct, her presence otherworldly. She didn’t speak but raised a hand that glowed faintly blue, pointing silently in a specific direction. Leon froze, instinctively stepping back half a pace. But time was slipping through his fingers, and hesitation was a luxury he couldn’t afford. Clenching his jaw, he forced himself to follow the ghost’s lead.

Oz cried. Behind us were floating figures in black cloaks. Their heads were almost skeleton-like and their eyes were bright red. They had long bony fingers and pale skin. They were horrifying. “I think those are the Head Phantoms!” I answered. “Keep going!” “We’re almost there!” Agaras announced. There was a dark circle just like the one Penn and I had entered to ge here. “Go!” Gwenna yelled. “Remember you have to defeat them together.” “We will.” I whispered.

He heard his father resorted with frustration in his voice. “Dear, you shouldn’t be here. Go back to your room.” His mother hurriedly whispered when she noticed him listening to their conversation. “Wait, did you just say men in black?” Hyde resorted when he came back to his senses. His companion didn’t speak but answered him with a mere nod. “Oh, and one more thing, she also said that one of them has some kind of black bird tattoo on the neck.” Hyde was stunned when he heard about the tattoo. He’s certain, that the deceased man was one of them—or just a scapegoat.

“You found the wrong person. The two of us have decided to retire from the underworld and start a decent business from now onwards.” “You’ll have to meet them whether you like it or not,” Butler Yates said icily. Just as he stopped talking, his subordinates backed away. At the entrance, two silhouettes appeared. One of them was dark-skinned; only his eyes and teeth were white. The other was sickly pale, with withered yellowish hair. The only physical similarity the two shared was the golden belts strapped around their waists. Old Niner found the sight amusing. “What’s with those two? Shooting for a movie? You’ve even got golden belts on you, huh?”

"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.