Black Butler Queen Victoria Novels & Stories

As Vincent opened the living room door, the air felt tense, and my eyes met those of an older woman sitting on the sofa. Her hair was completely white, neatly tied in a bun. She wore a blazer with a long, dark brown skirt, and her appearance made it clear that she was no commoner—definitely of aristocratic heritage. Her gaze was cold, even piercing and intimidating. “This is Beta Victoria, my queen. She will be your tutor,” Vincent introduced her. I nodded politely. “Nice to meet you, Vi-Victoria.” She stood up and sighed softly. “A queen does not greet first. It establishes that you are no better than I. You should wait for me to greet you. Remember that, please.”

"Alpha King, we had no idea she'd been mistreated. If we had known—" "Silence." The word cracked like a whip. "Amelia Blackwood is my fated mate, my claimed and marked Queen. And your Beta's companion"—I gestured toward Victoria with a jerk of my chin—"just assaulted her on my own grounds." Shock rippled through the ballroom. Alexander moved to speak, but I cut him off with a growl that made him instinctively bare his throat. Victoria's composure finally broke. "She's a freak!" she spat, still struggling in Dominic's grip. "A human playing at being wolf! She doesn't deserve—"

Her short dark hair was straightened to perfection and there was a pinched look on her face as she took the smallest sip from the cup in her hold, Was she really drinking tea? "Your Majesty." Carissa bowed low, stopping a few feet from the table. I quickly did the same, my eyes falling to the ground. "I brought the girl." She straightened and I followed suit, The Queen hummed, watching us, particularly me, carefully, "Thank you. You may leave us." No.no.no. I needed a familiar face here. I couldn't trust the aged butler standing a few feet behind the Queen and I certainly didn't trust the large she-wolf guarding the entrance either,

“Her activities are being bankrolled by the Black Vatican—the leaders of the Church of Black Heaven.” The coach stopped in front of the palace gates. Salem stepped out, took my hand, and helped me out as well. We walked through the gate and up the path to the palace doors, passing fountains, which depicted members of the previous royal family spewing blood. In Queen Victoria’s case, red water flowed out from a hole in her chest. Ladies sat upon the edges of these fountains, gabbing with gentlemen who dipped their goblets into the crimson waters. Although Reapers stood about, I also saw men who wore the traditional red uniforms of the Queen’s Guard, standing perfectly straight at their posts.

Illarion replied, pointing at Amanda with his chin. “Oh…,” muttered Andreas while looking down at Amanda. "Where do you want him to be placed? Dark cellar or corner room?” "In my room." “W-what? Are you serious, Your Highness?" asked Andreas convincingly. ‘She is Queen Minerva's family, your arch enemy’, her loyal bodyguard's gaze seemed to say that. "Do you doubt my answer, General?" Illarion asked back. "Where's the butler?" An old woman with rosy cheeks stepped before the Black Prince. "It’s me, Your Highness. You can call me Madam Croiz. I am in charge as the butler while you are not occupying this palace."

She was bouncing in her seat from excitement. “Who is she?” her boyfriend, Kyle, asked, leaning over to try and plant a kiss on her cheek. He finally grabbed her face with both hands and kissed her forehead. “She is the vampire king’s mate!” Janus squealed excitedly and Kyle and I exchanged a look. It wasn’t like Janus to be this excited over something that didn’t involve skulls or rituals. Often confused for a vampire mate, she wore her black hair long with blunt bangs, black contact lenses in her eyes, and black clothes from head to toe. She only wore black lipstick and enjoyed anything that involved death. The exception was Kyle, who worked for the IT department of the palace. He currentl

Emera Black I ,christabel and chole got back to my room after all the drama that happened. I was tempted to go back to my mate and continue what we started last night. "I can't believe i got dressed up for nothing. Christabel said making herself comfortable on my bed. "Yeah me too, at least your mate saw you in a beautiful dress unlike alpha black and I who are mateless, so we were the ones who got dressed for nothing. Chole said pulling her heels and joining christabel to lie on the bed.

Toward Ava. Victoria was the first to break the silence. She laughed, a sound that was sweet, light, and dripping with venom. "Oh, look. If it isn’t our little princess," she drawled, leaning back in her chair. "What is that smell? Have you really not changed your clothes since my birthday party? I suppose dried wine counts as perfume for someone of your... background."

She lives by the saying, ”The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb. Her Majesty the Queen, being the fairest of them all, is like the real Snow White in this world. Her hair as black as ebony, her lips as red as blood and her skin as white as snow, the usual description of Snow White, the usual way that Snow White was viewed by the people. What makes Queen Violetta even better than Snow White was her eyes. Her eyes is black coloured, regular and yet when you stare at them, it felt like looking into the void--- getting sucked up and being twirled around in various waves and whirlwinds--- and at the same time, the void is also staring at you.

The little bit of courage that I got while holding Waldo's hand. A number of men greeted me, led by the king and queen of the Santiago empire. Mama poses in a white dress while her neck and hands are decorated with gold jewelry. He looked at me with sharp eyes. It was so sharp that I almost fell back. But that is not the reason for the fear I feel. Not the blade of his gaze. Nor are there many of them. But some guns are pointed in our direction now. "I can't give you much choice in this bargain, daughter," he promised slowly.