Black Butler Storyline Novels & Stories

Hector arrogantly stated before walking out of the mansion. Leila scoffed as Butler Henry heaved a deep sigh. “Who is that man, Butler Henry? I don’t like him…” Leila unconsciously blurted out. “Watch your words, Miss Leila. That man that you are talking about is Master Hector Black… He is Master Hunter’s older brother.” Butler Henry stated – causing her eyes to bulge out of its sockets. ‘What the-’ Now, that explains why they have the same deep ocean blue eyes.

he whispered, looking down at the Butcher's hands that held a huge brown coffin. Then watched as the figure disappeared like it was never there. *AUTHOR'S NOTE: So Bleach has made another appearance (＠_＠;). Duke Constantine's butler isn't human too sooooo…. Get used to it because nobody in this book is human nor can they be trusted lol (ノ｀Д´)ノ彡┻━┻. Anyways, what do you think the butler was doing there? Was he doing it on his own or is there something strange going on here?

“Don’t you trust me with the responsibility of protect you and your pack anymore? I am married to you. The Anderson pack is my pack too. And I should remind you that I got two of my pack members killed too. So this isn't only on you.” I sighed. “I think this is the way out. We need to ask for help. As for our new butler, he's from the Mo pack.” Evans growled, I slightly lean back. “You did all that without telling me? Why are you getting a butler from the Mo pack?”

"Mrs. Henderson, she—" "What now? What is she trying this time?" Blake frowned impatiently. "Tell her I'm busy and that I don't have time for her games!" "N-no, Mr. Henderson. Mrs. Henderson seems to be…" The butler took a deep breath as if gathering all his courage before continuing, "It seems she's dead." "Dead?" Blake's expression instantly turned livid. "What the hell are you talking about?" Then, he suddenly recalled the call from the butler that morning.

A young woman, after all, was never sure when a suitable suitor may come calling. A cadaverous person dressed in black livery suddenly appeared just above her left shoulder as she tilted her head to the side to view her reflection. “Wilbury!" she exclaimed as she put her palm to her racing heart. "You need to quit sneaking up on me like that. I would have assumed you were a vampire if you hadn't had a reflection.” The butler's puckered face was sporting its usual frown, but there was a distinct sparkle of delight in his rheumy eyes. You know that Master Julian has returned home, right?”

The butler removed his cap, tossed it to the ground with a sad expression, and turned his face toward me, shaking his head continuously. "What’s wrong? Why are you shaking your head?" I asked. "He is going to be alright, right?" Noah asked the butler. "He is dead." The butler’s words pierced my heart like a knife. "No! No! You are lying, he can’t be dead!" I screamed.

Zitrey was not on her proper mind, she refuses to think logically, it was only run with question after question. Why? Why did you kill mom? Dad. Why are you trying to kill me too? Aren't we happy like a true family, before? Why it all end like this?! Why we live like this?! Why uncle never mentioned you in mom past?! Albert, I will kill you! Three butlers suddenly block her way, they were those who specifically assigned for her. A butler that much better than other, trained well in combat and serving. “Master Zeth, you need to return.”

Isabella asked when the butler serve the food, but Bella was confused when he looked at Alexander instead of answering a simple question. Bella followed his eyes and looked at Alexander and saw him staring at the Butler. She didn't understand what was happening. Did Alex scold him or something? "I'm fine, but forgive me, Miss Bella. I couldn't protect you," Butler apologized out of the blue with his eyes on the table. Bella parted her lips and couldn't figure out what to answer because it wasn't the butler and the driver's fault at all. Everything that had happened was pre-planned.

A voice suddenly echoes in the large living room and I turn to see a man dressed in a butler's attire at the entrance, he lowered his head respectfully. “I'm Winston. The previous butler fell ill and so, I have been newly appointed by Mr Blackwood.” As if I knew who the old butler was. I force a small smile and nod. “It's nice to meet you Winston. I remember Alexander mentioned something about some maids too, did you perhaps come with them?” Winston smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Yes Mrs Blackwood.” He faced the door and clapped twice and some maids walked in with their heads slightly lowered.”

“They can’t hunt. They can’t run. And they die screaming in the dark.” “No, please…I swear.” He shudders. “Drake said he had a final trick…one last move.” “What trick?” “I don’t know!” he shrieks. “He didn’t tell me! He just said…he said it had to do with… with the butler.” From the shadows, Ezra’s voice cuts through. “What butler?” Carlos flinches, looking toward the voice with his remaining eye. “Your butler! The old one. Joseph.”