Black Butler Queen Victoria Novels & Stories

The front table is the only one that is in use; the maids hover around it while they wait for orders. There are various reasons why my heart falters. The royal family is seated right there, to start with. As in... SITTING THERE, on high-backed black chairs upholstered in deep purple velvet. They are rapidly absorbed by my eyes. They really are just as the legends have depicted them. Galen, the king, had golden eyes and hair that's jet black. With her ice-blue eyes and beautiful brown hair, Queen Selene exudes grace and elegance.

I caught it halfway, crushing it into powder before his eyes. "Get out of here before I change my mind." I grunted. I ran forward, tracking the center of the swirling clouds. The book has to be in there, burning with intense flames to release the Ancient Vampire King "Vada.". If he manages to get out of the chronicles, I wouldn't be the Vampire King anymore. He was the first elemental vampire, blessed by the witches of the four cardinals. He couldn't be killed; everyone who attempted it died without getting a chance to tell the tales.

"Our old butler... appears to have been working for Victoria." Richard's breathing immediately grew heavier. "No wonder... no wonder he kept persuading me to bring Victoria back. So he'd been bought off by her as well! Victoria's ambitions are truly monstrous. She even managed to bring a butler who has served the Kalen family for years under her control. Her intentions couldn't be more obvious!" His chest tightened again, and a dull ache spread through his heart. Fury filled his face. "Throw that butler into prison. Make sure everyone knows that he'll spend the rest of his life there."

"Victoria Blackwood. Alexander's cousin." So this was Victoria. The woman who stood to inherit everything if Alexander failed to marry. Up close, she was intimidatingly perfect: not a hair out of place, a designer dress hugging her slim figure, diamond earrings catching the light.

the butler answered, turning his head. “She looks strangely familiar to me…” said the man. “That’s because Viscount Olbach’s wife is the sister’s Queen. She is the ilegitimate daughter of the deceased Count Kenboe”. The man quickly processed this information in his head before promptly replying “…she is the Queen’s step-sister?”

"We are your descendants. We carry your bloodline." "Of course not," I said, stroking her cheek with a clawed finger. "But even a king needs a spy." I looked toward the heavy iron doors. "Let her in!" The guards moved instantly. The heavy doors groaned open, and Victoria walked in. She was dressed in tattered black silk, her skin pale and her eyes shadowed with dark magic. She stopped several feet from my throne and dropped to her knees, bowing her head so low it touched the floor.

The beautiful decor and the elegance of the guests were a stark contrast to the turmoil within me. His Majesty walked in, exuding a presence that commanded attention. Victoria Black was on his arm, her beauty radiant and undeniable. Together, they looked like something from a fairytale, a perfect match in their exquisite outfits. Victoria’s gown was a masterpiece, flowing and elegant, adorned with shimmering details that caught the light with every movement. His Majesty’s suit was equally impressive, tailored to perfection, accentuating his powerful form. My heart twisted with a mixture of longing and pain. Victoria Black stood beside him, radiant and poised. She was everything I was not, an

she hissed, throwing the glass at the feet of one maid, causing her to flinch. "And you!" Queen turned her gaze toward another maid adjusting the pillows on the couch, "do you even know what you are doing, or do I need to teach you how to fluff a pillow too? God, why do I even bother with you people?" The butler, an elderly man named Henry, remained stoic, though his tired eyes betrayed years of silently enduring Queen's insults. He bowed slightly. "Would you like me to have the water replaced, Miss?" "Oh, you think?" she scoffed, tossing her hair over her shoulder, "get out of my sight, all of you!" The staff hurriedly retreated, leaving her alone in the living room, where she flung herself

She asked, impatient as she waited for him to elaborate. "Bruce a-and Layla Kingston. They're the leaders of t-the Panthers, The American m-mafia." She sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Unfortunately, I don't have a clue of who they are." The woman grabbed another knife from the table and slashed multiple cuts on his chest, red blood oozing down his torso freely. Bella went around him and carved a heart on his bare back. It was her symbol; a signature, you could say. Each of her victims, alive or not, bared the symbol on their skin.

"It means the rumor is true? I thought it was just a rumor." "No. It's true. Queen Victoria was a Goddess and King Calix was a Demon before" "Sir I thought you said they are killing anyone who violates their law so why is Queen Victoria still alive? She loved a demon and as far as I remember Demons had the same rule with gods and goddesses. They also cannot love those who are not their kind."