Black Butler Series 1 Novels & Stories

the butler said, rushing to her side. She didn’t respond. Her frail frame sagged in the wheelchair, and Elliot saw her fingers tremble before going completely still. “Is she…?” the woman with dark eyes whispered. “She’s unconscious,” the butler replied curtly, though his face betrayed a flicker of uncertainty. “Please, everyone, remain calm. I’ll summon the doctor immediately.” The butler pushed her out of the room, leaving the seven strangers alone. The silence that followed was oppressive. Elliot looked around the table, taking in the faces of the others. The woman with dark eyes was staring down at her paper, her lips pressed into a tight line. The tailored-coat man stood with his arms cr

It should be illegal to look this nerve wrecking. The first three buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing a patch of clear slightly tanned skin. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows, showing off the prominent veins that ran up his back hand. I felt the breath hitch in my wind pipes as our eyes met, his mesmerizing green stare made my cheeks flush and my knees go weak, it was like I was paralyzed as I stood there while his eyes still roamed me. "I don't think I've introduced myself. Damon Blackwood" his husky voice made my heart rate pick up. A smirk crawled unto his features as he stretched out a hand for me and I just stared in awe, his words sinking in.

(Butler Bang) “Alright…then can you do the research for me about the quiz and the games?…I don’t want to be caught off guards as someone clueless on the show…” “Ohohoho~…don’t worry sir, these old man has seen a lot of variety shows and I can certainly predicted what is about to come up on the show…hohoho~..”.(Butler Bang) “Thanks…By the way…the breakfast and the coffee is lovely as always..”. “Then..I am happy to be of service as always sir…Then, I will head back to the mansion first…please do take care, sir…”. (Butler Bang)

I turn around so fast, open my eyes just to see group of men clad in black and white on glasses. "Mr. Blake, you have been called back at home. It's time to fulfill your duty. Please come with us." One of them steps forward, just his aura, I know he is who the elites and noblemen refer to as butler. I can tell they are misplacing me with another person. "I am not whom you think I am." I stare at them, anger bridling inside me. "Mr. Blake,we have been keeping tabs on you, you are exactly who we think you are , please come with us." The first guy which I am still sizing up in my head as the butler tries to reassure me.

the butler called out. Alexander turned as he glared at him, with his cold eyes pierced through the Butler's soul as If he understood what he wanted to say. The butler bowed his head in respect as he withdrew to his position. It happened so fast that Irene didn't even notice, she was busy magnifying the house and was simply awed by the wealth displayed in every item in the house.

I cut him off impatiently as we geared towards the front door. It abruptly opened and in front of us was an old butler. My eyes narrowed, he looked human. To make more caution, I threw a dose of wolfsbane powder at him. It had no effect, only making him cough instead with a frown on his face. “Can I help you gentlemen?” “He seems human.” Sebastian whispered from behind me. I scowled deeply, “We’re looking for someone. Asher Blackwood and Aurora Thompson to be precise.” I studied his face greatly for any sign of a facade, he remained stoic, eyes expressionless, “I don’t think I know who that is.”

Momo muttered, blood oozing from his mouth. I gazed at Billy and Kate, who slowly crawled out of the layers of blocks. Their eyes were all white, pleading for a way out of their calamity. “Everyone get behind me.” Pastor Timothy commanded. They scrambled, hoping to get themselves next to the high and mighty Pope Timothy. Kate got herself out of the block, her bones making crackling sounds as she lay on the floor. They stepped back, wondering how a child had managed to crawl all the way out despite the layers of concrete weighing them down.

(Elaine’s POV) I was enjoying my breakfast when a butler—black shiny hair with ear length bangs covering half of his forehead and one of his eyes—His dark brown eyes shot me a glance as he stepped near Madam Rhea and whispered something to her. Madam Rhea replied back, before motioning her hands to another butler—one who was standing at the side of the dining hall as if preparing for any call. A few moments after that, the same butler returned to the dining hall with a black purse on the tray in his hands. Madam Rhea picked up the purse and unzipped it. Then, talking something again with the black haired butler, she handed him an object that looked like a piece of card. After that, the butle

So I railed everything in, and just enjoyed the feeling of her hand in mine. Did I just think in terms of relationship? Huh? Once inside, her head whipped around and I checked what got her attention. Some guy was walking in. He was tall, like really tall, like a head above mine tall. Hair so black it was nearly blue, dark eyes, and a don’t-mess-with-me expression on his face that seemed to be his default setting, or maybe he’s just eaten something that wasn’t fresh. A few people got out of the way. Actually, he didn’t have to waltz around people, they just parted for him. And then I heard someone close-by utter: “I was never told the bloody Hellhound was coming.” The Hellhound? Well, fuck!

Hearing Morgan Blackstorm's scolding, Butler Ron hurriedly dismissed a few servants, while he obediently guarded the door. In this room, there was no obstruction between the two of them, under the light, Ashley suddenly became very quiet and obedient, just curled up in his arms. Morgan Blackstorm couldn't care less, he kicked open another door, carried Ashley back to her room, and then threw her directly on the bed. ***