Black Butler Red Hair Novels & Stories

the young man yelled as he scrunched his forehead in frustration, pointing his finger towards the door. "N-no... Your Highness... I meant to say..." the man exclaimed exasperatedly as he turned his head up to look at the young man. The young man had a dark, ashen grey shade of hair. In comparison with his father, his silver hair seemed to resemble a light shade of grey instead of silver. It wasn't a secret that he felt ostracised from the royal line due to his hair colour. It made him feel inferior and gave him a complex due to it. His eyes a piercing red just like his mother was the only other feature that symbolises his status as he narrowed it towards the man who spoke out of line.

He blurred away like a simple illusion and all in a second a pale skinned, tailed person pounced. The tailed white haired butler jumped upon 008, his long elegant claws digging into her chest and without even effort ripping her apart. The shadow dispersed into nothingness the moment she was ripped apart and all that dropped was a silver-gray orb. 019 felt cold. So cold, if there was a face on him perhaps they would have conveyed the emotions that danced inside of his body, perhaps they would speak of the hatred that began to burn as he looked up at the white haired butler that had already pounced.

“You are my mate. Regardless of whether we have done the ceremony yet, you are my Luna.” My cheeks flushed at his words; the thought of being a Luna had weighed heavily on my mind, but now was not the time to dwell on it. “Come this way,” the butler said, clearing his throat. The butler was a tall, lanky man with hair so dark that it was like charcoal. He walked in long strides, his head held high, and his hands clasped together behind his back.

He is excited by something. "Seth." His deep, baritone voice is resounding in the vacant living room. "My lord," Another man appeared out of nowhere, wearing a butler uniform. He respectively saluted the man. This man had short flaming red hair with eyes as black as the night sky. There is a scar across his face. Though the whitened cut never blemished his beautiful appearance, it's somewhat adding a more masculine effect on him. This man may look younger, yet he is actually lived longer than any human out there, serving his master with utmost loyalty. "Do you seek for my assistance?"

Butt Majestically posed when he heard the call. 'So this one is what? A female?' Luis Park thought. With, that yell he can still differentiate a woman between a man. "God! Darkness! Please help me! I will do anything for you! Please..." The person in black beg. "Haha!" Butt laughed. "Butt stopped that!" Luis Park called. "I'm sorry, master." "M-master?" She called. Note: This person in black is a she. "Why are you running away from them?" He asked

Luckily Hikaru is always carrying around blueberries to mask his smell. " According to the villagers, there were 3 version slayers. Bankotsu, Galahad's wife, Cynthia, and the last mysterious one. He was always wearing a black blindfold, nobleman clothes and his hair is a very dark blue. Some described it just as blue as Prince Serin's hair. We assume that the scale belongs to him, since according to Galahad, Cynthia is definitely not a dragon. " Kagome informs as she goes through her notes.

That wasn’t something the Maria Hatzi feared across worlds would do. But then again, that Maria wouldn’t also be seen in a cell. She needed to get out of here fast. “Your hair.” The voice boomed, the darkness somehow making it sound ten times more ominous than it should have been. “It was red.” “It still is.” Then this time, unable to stop herself, she picked a lock of her hair and stared at it, terror gliding up her spine when she saw the curly black streak in her hand. Her hair was turning black!

-EMILY- He stared down at me, his cloak wrapped around him like a royal robe. His dreadlocks blocked his eyes, but I could still see the dim red light emanating from there. "Who do you think you are to save her?" Father Timothy, he said, his voice thick and commanding. He wielded his staff like a true ruler, his belly back and his legs behind him. "Little Vampirina..." He stretched his hand forward, and I took a minute to stare at the dim red lights that emanated behind his locks.

“Do you have no appetite, pup? Valera shouldn’t see you hesitating to eat the meal she so meticulously prepared” I raise my head, peering across to see him. This time, I don’t pay attention to his suction orbs. A glossy mane of curly black hair that flows down the back, skin so pale and white as if he’s with a terminal illness, and very wide and broad shoulders beneath the black sweatshirt he wears. He has such long lashes and his lips- Stop it, Himari.

"I don't know what you're thinking, but I'm sure it's either greatly stupid or stupidly great." "Well, who knows?" I straightened my back. "But you know, compared to the other royalty in this school, their looks are the most unique." Without the cloaks hiding or the night overshadowing their features, I could finally see what they really looked like. The one on the right had teal-colored hair that was parted on the right side of his head as a longer, blood-red strand of his hair framed the left side of his face until a few inches below his chin. Did someone chop his hair the wrong way? I wondered in my head as I stared at his weird hairstyle.