Black Butler Series 1 Novels & Stories

What's her fate now? "Miss Bianca" a calm voice address her from behind. Bianca drives out of thoughts, turned her gaze to the Butler, standing few inches away from her. "It's time to have your rest" he uttered, dress well in black suit with face upright, hands fold behind. Bianca who couldn't keep her curiosity, quickly ask. " Who did you think that report Miss Anna incident to him? " The Butler straighten himself, " No one have the guts to stands in the presence of the master without trembling. Then, I think no one did" the Butler simply said.

Butler took the initiative to get his aunt out of the house as soon as he entered the living room. Give me the object, Wills Waltson commanded after taking a look at him. The Butler gave him a wary glance. What are you standing there for? asked Wills Waltson in a stern tone. "This, Mr. Waltson, is... If you read it, you must remain composed." What, is it connected to me? Wills Waltson worriedly questioned as he observed Butler's concerned countenance.

"Take a seat. Avoid touching anything that is bright. Hold on, I don't have anything bright.” As he made himself comfy, I made tea because, truly, if this was all a trick, I would at least need the tea to deal with it. That's when I saw a bit of an envelope from his pocket. A card for a wedding. My want to know more grew, but I let him speak first. “So,” I said, setting his cup down, “you’re gonna tell me who you are before I call the cops, right?” The man finally introduced himself. “My name is Elias, Miss. I am the butler of the Blackwood family.”

he cries. I lunge the knife into the left side of his stomach. He screams in pain. I did it again on his upper right. “Help! Mum! Dad!” Lockie screams. “Goodnight, sleep tight.” I whisper. I quickly slash his throat and leave. I head back to Dead Man’s Woods. I’ve completed my revenge for now. Until someone else crosses paths with me I’ll stay hidden. Saunders house: The front door flings open and the security lights light up. A young boy runs out covered in blood and keeps collapsing. He holds his hand to his throat and the other on his stomach.

The white haired butler raised his clawed hand; he had now pinned 019 to the ground, ready to claw 019's face to the death. 018 readied to use his sword to stab the white haired butler when he brought 019 face to face with it and then slammed him back on the ground. Again, again, and again. The Shadow growled before mindlessly imbedding his sword into the side of the tailed white haired butler. It opened its mouth, and a ghastly noise reverberated from his throat and then something oozing of smoke came out of his mouth like liquid and landed on the Shadows face.

Even though it’s not real, at least I saw that again. A long silence prevails when we can catch our breaths until my eyes dart at my parents who are now starting to fade. The place became black even if I try to roam my eyes, hoping to find a light, but it was no use. “I finally found you,” a man said which make my eyes narrow. He slowly walk closer to me until I finally saw his face. The place became a castle and he’s now wearing white long sleeves that have different gold linings at the wrist and collar and are paired with black slacks. He’s also wearing different jewelry or accessories that make his attire luxury. His long black coat with a touch of gold colors was visible too. He’s also w

Nina Morrison speculates in the mind that according to Grandfather Gray, the butler is supposed to have a crush on Carolyn and he often lets her out. But who is this woman? Why is she shouting to see Sarah Gray? Such a mess. Nina Morrison starts to question her IQ. The butler keeps his bow and doesn't speak. Grandfather Gray sighs, "I know you want her to see Sarah. Never mind, you can go!" Lucien Gray waves his hand and all servants leave. There are only Lucien Gray, Nina Morrison and Grandfather Gray sitting at the large dining table. Grandfather Gray nods to Lucien Gray.

He looks around and notices the familiarity of the room he is staying in. This room is perturbingly familiar, he thinks. The stranger comes back, bringing a black suit with a black bow tie. “You are going to wear this from this day forth,” the stranger says, “as the prince’s butler.”

The Butler frowned, looking back and forth between Vladimir and Mischa. "I can't let the young Master sit on the floor with her hands and feet tied up." The Butler said politely and gently. Vladimir gave him a serious look. "You do realize the situation you're in, don't you?" Vladimir bluntly said which stopped the Butler and remain unblinking staring at him. "But I am their Butler, I have to fulfill my duty." The Butler countered him with the same expression on his face, which is oddly blank. "Don't," Mort interjected when he noticed that Vladimir was losing patience. The Butler bowed to Mort and obeyed him. He sat in the vacant seat for him on Mort's left side.