Black Butler Sebastian And Ciel Phantomhive Novels & Stories

Not when the Alpha and his mother share the same sentiment. Footsteps echo down the hallway. The guards nudge each other and whisper. “The Alpha is here.” A glimmer of hope engulfs me. Now that Caspian is gone, Sebastian is the only one I can depend on. If he has even an iota of sympathy for his child which I am carrying, he'll do the right thing. Sebastian walks towards my cell. The guards give him a quick bow and scurry away. I look up, expecting to see him alone, but instead, Celeste Blackthorn joins him. She looks just like I remember. Pale and fragile, as always, her frame unsteady.

Narco said with a grin. Everyone looked in the same direction when a Butler appeared to them who was just as tall as Blanche. He has pale white skin but fewer muscles. The Butler is wearing all black and with black round eyeglasses without lenses. He motioned the Queen's carriage to go the other pathway and the rest just stayed there waiting for the Butler to do next. No one speaks. Dreygur, whose eyes were red from crying, put on sunglasses to hide it. He came down and this time Cataleia is with him hugging his arm. "Allow me to introduce myself. I am Hades, one of the loyal and strongest Butler of the Queen. I am here to guide the VIP guests and provide for all their needs. Feel free to ca

Ven pushes the old butler away after he tried to hug him. “Now that you get it please do what I was intending you to do.” Just like the others, Sebastian is stubborn and decides not to listen to Ven’s orders and so he had to resort in having to send the butler in their dining room for him to eat his meal. “Please feed Sebastian if you have to.” He orders the others after tying him up in a chair. The other maids and attendants witness all of it for themselves and could not believe that Sebastian had to go against his motto that he shares to everyone everyday and nod their heads to their master’s order.

He wore a full black suit with a crimson red mantle that covered most of his lower face but did not muffle his voice; some sort of crest on the front, holding it in place. “No sir.” I whispered, struggling to hold myself on one knee; my master never made me stay like this for so long. The first vampire smiled wildly; his voice thick with the accent of old. “I am Sebastian Phantomhive and these are my children Elizabeth and Vincent.” I gasped, bolting upright as panic swept through me; the Phantomhive’s were the sworn enemy of my master, he hated them with every fibre of his being, and I was sure the feeling was mutual. They were the ones who began the war centuries ago, and there has been a

Ava raised her eyebrow at Evelyn in confusion. "Yes, partner. Which is not you because you did not come yesterday." "Stop talking nonsense and tell me who is your partner." "If your talk is over, then can we do some work?" They looked at the front where Sebastian was standing. "He is your partner?" Ava asked in a muffled voice, on which Evelyn just shrugged her shoulders. "Yes, I am coming." Evelyn said to Sebastian. Apart from them, many students had taken their place outside the class, many were doing the same work.

Hodor enunciated the words that pierces Sesbatian; the veracity that can destruct him in an instant. “And how dare you say bad things about them?!” Sebastian absentmindedly launches himself forward; he is heated by hate. His hands went into the silver bars of the cage; his skin burns. “Fuck! This is not over, Hodor! I am the heir of that throne. I will take what is mine.” “Shit! Did I hear everything right? Or it is just because I woke up groggy.” Nyx adjusted her vision on the surrounding. She seemed to hear different noises, but what caught her most is the conversation of the two vampires.

Swiftly, I decided to make breakfast. * It was 8 pm when I stepped out of the kitchen. I had ordered the head maid to serve Sebastian, as usual. At the dining hall, Sebastian Black was already seated. He held his phone in his hand and was carefully scrolling through. When the head maid was done preparing the table, she bowed and moved to the corner of the dining room, waiting for him to be done with his meal so she could clear the table afterward. I stood at a passage closer to the dinner table and was staring at Sebastian, waiting for him to take a bite of my meal. I wanted to see his reaction.

"It seems that you would rather go to hell than to heaven! Since you want to die so much, I'll fulfill your wish!" As the White Moon spoke, the two figures sped toward Sebastian simultaneously from different directions. One of them was black while the other was white!

Whispers rippled through the hall. “That’s him.” “Sebastian Blackthorn.” “Heir of the Blackthorn Pack.” He smiled—easy, confident, the kind that came naturally to people who had never been overlooked. “You’re the human girl,” he said. “From yesterday.” “Yes,” I replied cautiously. “I mean—Camila.” “Sebastian,” he said. “You look… overwhelmed.” I didn’t know what to say to that. Before I could answer, a familiar presence slid in beside him.

she said, smiling up at me, “aren’t you real?” “Sorry,” I said automatically. “Don’t be,” she replied. “I like collisions.” She leaned in slightly. “I’mVerity Hale.” Sebastian grinned, coming in between us. “Of course you are.” She laughed and looked back at me. “And you are.” “Nathaniel Blackwood.” Sebastian was the one that replied to her. Her eyes widened just a little. “Guilty.” She touched my sleeve lightly. “I’ve heard things about you.”