Black Butler Storyline Novels & Stories

Butt Majestically posed when he heard the call. 'So this one is what? A female?' Luis Park thought. With, that yell he can still differentiate a woman between a man. "God! Darkness! Please help me! I will do anything for you! Please..." The person in black beg. "Haha!" Butt laughed. "Butt stopped that!" Luis Park called. "I'm sorry, master." "M-master?" She called. Note: This person in black is a she. "Why are you running away from them?" He asked

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.

This mansion was quite far from the gate, it was like another track before we could get to the house. The whole surrounding was covered with beautiful and trimmed grasses. As I walked into the study room of Mr. Black, I saw him seated, facing the window and his back facing me. “What do we have here?” he asked, “Mrs. Isabelle Black, what are you doing in my mansion? I thought we had no other business?” Yes, I thought we didn’t as well but I have no other choice. “I need your help.” I plead and his chair was rolled around by him, facing me this time.

She finally spoke, her voice barely a whisper, yet the sheer authority in it caused the frantic chatter on the frequency to die an instant death. "Do you all..." she began, her voice like a lover’s sigh through a graveyard, "want to catch me that badly?" She paused, a faint, razor-edged smile cutting across her lips—a smile that tasted of copper and salt. "How unfortunate for you." She raised her hand, her thumb hovering over a single, unlabelled black button on the primary console. With a sharp, decisive click, she depressed it. The entire Black Rose fleet shuddered as if struck by a tectonic shift.

“I know what an imposter is. I’m asking why you think I’m one.” Ryan’s arms tightened protectively around Lya, his eyes never leaving Rhunar. “Because yesterday, Vincent has been pretending to be you.” The name hit like a strike. Rhunar’s head snapped up, his breath stalling. “Vincent?” His voice cracked. “The butler guy? The one we met when we came here?” His disbelief echoed through the hall. Linda’s hand curled into a fist. Her words carried both anger and dread. “He wasn’t a butler, Rhunar. Not for the Blacks. He’s one of them. An actual Black. And more than that—he’s a lycan.”

Old Lady William said and leaned over to plant a kiss on his cheeks. Old Lady William was escorted back to her building and Black turned to face his driver. “Get Tyson here, I want him here in 10 minutes and you can leave for the night,” Black said. “Yes, boss,” he said. He didn’t want to linger around for long trying to apologize for what happened, he know his boss so well and what might happen. ~INSIDE Black locked the door behind him with a key and he discard his Wheelchair immediately. His eyes scanned the room searching for Daphne but when he could not find her, he went to his study room and locked the door.

Black's POV Currently, I'm facing a major problem. On my way to school, I spotted somebody with colors, crouching on all fours as he looked like he was looking for something. Unfortunately, it was that guy from my class, White Reinheit. I have to pass through, but he'll definitely see me. I don't know any other routes to school, and it was bad enough that I cut classes once. I can't skip again. I begrudgingly approached him. "What're you looking for?" I asked.

But the man face was cloud in dark clouds. He is the one who have the final say in his house. Not some low life butler that have lived for 500 years and thought he had the right to stand in front of him and talk? "I seen your eternity have been too much for you!" his voice was just like the fireblade arrow pierce into the butler soul. Knowing what he meant and the coldness in his face. The Butler simply goes on his knees readily. "Milord, please forgive me I did mean to upset you"

It opened before she answered, and Butler John’s polite voice floated in. “Madam, breakfast is served. Mr. Blackwood requests your presence.” Thea stiffened, looking over her shoulder. “Tell him I’m not hungry.” Butler John, as ever, remained serene. “Madam, I’m afraid he insisted.” Thea’s stomach tightened. Of course he did. Seth Blackwood didn’t take no for an answer, not even about breakfast. “I’ll come later,” she tried again, but Butler John only inclined his head, his calm persistence leaving no room for negotiation.

October 1804… The white children played joyfully as the gentle breeze of the cold wind brushed against them that day. The citizens of the Kingdom of Sadan were busy preparing for the war that would take place the next day, but unknown to them, the black vampires would attack that very day. The blacks sought revenge for the assault once launched by the whites, an attack that claimed the lives of thousands of their people. Along with those deaths came the gradual loss of their wealth, their weapons of war, and their trusted leaders.