Black Butler Theme Song Novels & Stories

The usual warmth of candle light in my study is all but dead—, inside only blackness, as if it belongs to no one, let alone the Alpha King. The faint hum of carefully selected music no longer drifts through the air. The small, insignificant comfotrs I rarely pay attention to—gone. What’s happening? “Where is my tie for tomorrow?” I call out to the silence, irritation lacing my voice. There is nothing — silnce. Is this a joke? Suddenly, i hear heavy patters of feet. The butler, a young pup just happy to be here, appears. His posture is stiff, his face is neutral, but his eyes give him away. He’s lost.

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."

I ask I want to get angry but the fact that I realize something, It's a trap I don't want to be distracted so I remain calm. "King Shun said Brittany is hers so don't lay a hand on her or else not just the paralyzed drugs she can use on you, " Her butler said and leave my side, I grip my fist King Shun don't lay a hand hah? its.

(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

(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)

Below the knife-shaped eyebrows, there is a pair of deep eyes that are thick and cold. Blink lightly, and the aura is cold. It really is a good time to come. Mary Kinson raised his eyebrows gently. Beverly Kinson just hopes that he does not notice this farce right now, "William Black, have you eaten yet?" William Black paused, not looking at him. The thin lips curled up the radian, and Black looked at the older Tama, "Hello, Grandmother."

Ignoring her slight scent of distress, he again took her hand in his placing a large spoon in her fingers and them scooping the creamy mixture and dropping a dollop onto the greased pan. He left her watching the first batch cook and walked into the living room. His father loved soothing instrumental music. It wasn't Brandt's favorite but somehow, he knew she would enjoy it. He chose Carter Burwell's "Honor Inflamed". It was a powerful piece with haunting flute and violins. The music filled the room and he sensed her walking up behind him. She wasn't coming close but remembering the other knives in the kitchen he glanced over his shoulder. Mesmerized by the sounds she stood staring at the spe

The young man behind the wheels of the vintage vehicle greeted, glancing at the rearview mirror and then his gaze returned to the road. Sarah nodded in response, then rested her head on the side window. Feeling all sort of mixed emotions swirling around in her chest. She closed her eyes for a while, then a thought came into her mind. She immediately opened it. "James right?" She asked looking at the Butler that sat at the other end. James nodded in response, with an expressionless face. "Aren't you too young to be a Butler? You look just a few years older than me."...." .

Black dropped her on the couch and starts to unbutton his shirt. “What... what are you doing?” She stuttered. “You passed grandma’s test... it’s time for mine” he said with a smirk.

With its soothing melody, she slowly closes her eyes as she bares everything of this day unto her mind, promising unconsciously to keep it forever. With the day that is almost over, she asks the question. “The song that you play, what was it called?” Smirking as Arthur proudly smiles, he replied. “Direction of Light.” BOTH HOLDING THE CONSEQUENCE OF THE GODS PLAY AND THE WORLD’S CRUEL FATE, THEY PLAY THE MELODY AND THE START OF THE BLOODY FATE, DESTINY SET FROM THE VERY BEGINNING. “Can you take the blame, Daniela?”