Black Butler Series 1 Novels & Stories

But his hands were smooth and his outfit has not even a single wrinkle. That outfit. She was familiar of it. Black vest, a black long suit with a tail and a white shirt with a bowtie that was also black as the rest of his outfit. The plain outfit could only belong to a butler, especially one with the tail like he does. So he isn't her buyer. Another hand had moved swiftly, undoing the cloth around her mouth, startling her again as she backed away. With her mouth released, the butler in front of her eyed her carefully. He frowned, "You don't look too bad. It seems those people aren't a liar this time."

And behind them, Arthur's figure stood tall with a gold pocket watch in his hand. "Bloodmoon's time is up, Mr. Blackwood," said the butler in a deadly formal tone. "Please get out of Miss Chloe's property, or we will clean it up along with your pile of rubbish."

“Michael Luther!” the old butler lowered his voice and bellowed. “I’m sure you don’t want Mr. Stewart to learn about that incident too, do you?!” The old butler’s dull eyes clearly showed his age, yet in contradiction to other elderlies of his age, his eyes carried a fierce and sinister look. The person on the other end of the call fell silent for a moment. The old butler’s tightly-furrowed brows loosened up slightly… ‘Glad that you’re scared.’

he keeps on struggling, and all of his men are alert. A man comes out from the entrance with an explicit aim to Davon’s head. “Never lay a hand to my young master, you filthy human.” Butler Robert comes with a resentful aura. “It’s already time for my master to have his dinner, and you destroy his schedule.”

The Blake saga had erupted in our fasces. "And the butler is here" Gideon said and immediately the door flew open. The butler came in dressed in his usual black suit with a red tie. His bald head shining brightly and his face, well, it had no lies or any sign of happiness. "Good morning mum, sorry to barge in but we have to go to the station" "Okay, thank you Gideon. I have to go" "It's okay, update me" he said taking us downstairs.

Butler Grey’s face paled. “Badly, Alpha.” That single word was enough to make Zaden go still, the air around him seemed to go frigid. In one fluid motion, he rose from his chair, the leather seat creaking softly behind him. His expression remained unreadable, but the air around him tightened, going taut with each passing second. Butler Grey was the first to descend the staircase, his steps light and his hands clasped neatly behind his back. His tailored charcoal suit hung sharply over his broad frame, and the silver ring on his index finger gleamed in the candlelight.

It looked like a fortress. Inside, the air smelled of leather and smoke. The butler, dressed in black, led us down a hallway with paintings that looked older than the country. My heels clicked against the marble floor, each step echoing in my chest. And then I saw him. Santino Blackwood. He stood near the fireplace, the flames lighting his face. He was taller than I imagined, his shoulders broad under a perfectly tailored black suit. His hair was dark, his jaw sharp, his cheekbones cutting. But it was his eyes that froze me. Cold. Stormy. Like they could see through my skin and into my bones.

Koishi gulps in response, bits inside his cheeks. "I will be there by your side, master" with the gentle look over the face of the butler with a small smile on his lips. "Thanks, Damien for everything. I don't know what would I do it you weren't there. Thanks for everything" making a butler freeze for a second staring down at his master, eventually nodding his head hearing the door being open. Just then, to see a lady with black hair tied into a bun opens the door, the cat-like eyes with beauty over the side of her cheek. Her eyes move towards the butler then at Koishi making her eyes go wide in response.

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.

His whole eyes turned black. Xavier felt the pressure on his chest again. His mouth suddenly moved on his own. “W– with all d– due respect, Sire,” the butler said still with his face on the floor. “Y– you also did not know w– when you’re the one w– who spend s– so much time w– with Miss Ann…”