Black Butler Theme Song Novels & Stories

He looks around and notices the familiarity of the room he is staying in. This room is perturbingly familiar, he thinks. The stranger comes back, bringing a black suit with a black bow tie. “You are going to wear this from this day forth,” the stranger says, “as the prince’s butler.”

In his mind, it will be suicidal to contradict my mate in front of me. We don’t have much time to take in the splendour around us. The Blakes may be dying out, but their money isn’t. After what feels like hours, the Butler finally opens the white doors that lead to the parlour. I almost collapse in shock. The fear flutters away like a dying butterfly.

The moment he walked in, his eyes swept over me and narrowed. “This,” he said, tugging lightly on the strap of my dress, “is not what I was promised earlier.” I grinned. “Patience, Mr. Black. Follow me.” I took his hand and led him to the private theater–dark, candle-lit, already humming low with the first chords of Die For You by The Weeknd. He chuckled. “This song again?” “You remember.” “You were in my car, singing it like it was written for you. Of course I remember.”

During the whole process, if Ashley appeared on the screen, it would be fun to watch. During the show, seeing Ashley's clothes getting wet from the game show, Mr. Blackstorm lost his temper. He ordered the car to be prepared before finishing the show. He insisted on coming to pick her up in person, regardless of his legs and feet. Ashley said such a thing just now, it is conceivable that Morgan was about to vomit blood in anger. At this moment, Butler Ron felt as if there was a big lump of ice behind him, which made him shudder.

Even his mother birthed him through Caesarean operation and he was grateful that another means of birth is around. Dylan trailed kisses down her neck and to her chest. His eyes watching her closed ones. She threw her head back, her eyes closed on their own and her lips opened slightly. Dylan's touches her like a magician. His touch still makes her go crazy. He was indeed her soulmate. ****** Just like Dylan said, he brought in a Butler. He was a 44 years old British man and also a house help. But unlike Margaret she has decided to be coming to the Black's mansion every morning and leave in the evening. Which was perfectly fine for Leilani.

“You misunderstood. I didn’t say it was old—“ However, the butler was red with his own seething anger. He felt insulted by Jai’s words that said this building was old. He loved this place with all his heart and he had served this family for years. He could not take this insult right to his face. He thought he needed to do something. So he cut Jai by saying, “I don’t care what you say now, you have insulted—“ But before he could continue what he was about to say, the door on the right side of the room opened and a woman wearing a black long dress and white apron appeared. “Oh my Lord! Is that Jai? The thunder elemer from the competition?” the woman approached. The woman looked a bit old, the

Blackie puffed up his virtual chest in pride, “That's basic! Even a toaster in the Bureau can do something as simple as that! What beat should I set it to?” Noah stroked his chin in thought, “There is a song I remember from Cradle that would be… most fitting…” Noah’s mouth spread into a cheeky grin, “The Final Countdown.” *** Luckily, despite the arrest of councilor Desmond, the festive mood of the banquet had not been dampened. The collective mood still remained more or less the same as before – perfectly summed up with a single sentence: ‘We came to the banquet, but before the food had even been served, we got stuffed full with dog food!’ QAQ

“You are my mate. Regardless of whether we have done the ceremony yet, you are my Luna.” My cheeks flushed at his words; the thought of being a Luna had weighed heavily on my mind, but now was not the time to dwell on it. “Come this way,” the butler said, clearing his throat. The butler was a tall, lanky man with hair so dark that it was like charcoal. He walked in long strides, his head held high, and his hands clasped together behind his back.

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.

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.