Black Butler Romance Novels & Stories

“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.

What they face was not the weak and helpless ant-like cultivator as they had expected but the wrath of the grim reaper in a black butler tuxedo wielding a rapier. “Sir, I’m afraid you’re in the wrong and at the wrong time. Might I suggest you evacuate out of here at once? Otherwise, I’ll need to forcefully remove you from this world.” The butler in the black tuxedo said toward the invaders in a British accent. The invaders look at each other before some of them rush at the Butler and get turned into thousands of slices of meat cubes as they fall to the ground that was littered with their blood, innards, and organs.

Black? As I was still looking around, I hear loud whispers. “Mr. black has returned.” A maiden yell at others and the whole party of workers of the mansion rush to the door. Their head in a bow. I noticed the fear and anxiety that lurk around them and how frightened they were to even speak of his name. The door is open by an old man and the presumed Mr. Black walks in. OH.MY.GAAAAADDDDD

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.

She turned to stare after him. "Who was that?", she found herself asking. The butler’s voice answered behind her. "Skylar Blackthorne, the young master of the house." And also her step-brother, Amanda thought to herself. She gave him one last look before they continued up the stairs towards the drawing room, but Amanda couldn't get the encounter out of her head. Why was he so cold? And what did he mean by 'human'? Samuel stood at the center of the drawing room, tall, commanding, silver hair swept back, his black suit tailored to perfection.

Hector arrogantly stated before walking out of the mansion. Leila scoffed as Butler Henry heaved a deep sigh. “Who is that man, Butler Henry? I don’t like him…” Leila unconsciously blurted out. “Watch your words, Miss Leila. That man that you are talking about is Master Hector Black… He is Master Hunter’s older brother.” Butler Henry stated – causing her eyes to bulge out of its sockets. ‘What the-’ Now, that explains why they have the same deep ocean blue eyes.

he whispered, “if that someone isn't responding, I'm right here—.” “Mr Black!” The outburst of squeals of awe yanked me back like magnetic repulsion. Who else could that be but the sharpest blade of Blood Moon—the man who rejected none of the women in the realm and had slept with every single one of them. And here he was: completely surrounded with—literally—both hands full. One Florentine sales associate in each arm, and a charming toothy grin at the other three surrounding him like fledglings chirping for his fattest kiss.

I don't know what's on that woman that she was able to captivate Black. *** Daze POV "What was that Daze?" Daryl asked me. "She's the girl I'm talking about," I told him. I can't stop myself from smiling. "Damn! Coincidence, huh? She's the great Black. She is known in Different bars and clubs, if she looks easy to get, you're mistaken, that girl is really scary!" "I heard about the great Black being the hottest girl in this area, kissing guys then afterward dumping them but I didn't realize that she's just an ordinary girl, nothing special! She’s just basic, " I said and drank the beer.

Doubting if she is even attracted to me. But Naomi surprises me when her next words leave her mouth. " I'm sorry to say this Mr. Black, but you don't always get to have whatever thing you want. And nothing's gonna make me want you, not even your sleek, sweet, dirty lines." Damn. Talk about a boner killer.

"I can end you with one post." I rolled my eyes. "What the fuck is that supposed to mean??" Charlotte chuckled over the phone and whispered. "You don't dine with the devil and go scot free. It was nice doing business with you but you should know better than to toy with me." "I did it, I did it.....We made a deal, Charlotte!" I said, fear cracking through my voice. "This isn't about me but my father...he loves the butler job! He needs it.... Please, for his sake, don't...." Before I could finish, a voice behind me cut through the night. "You're the butler's daughter?" I froze.