Black Butler Timeline Novels & Stories

My voice was hoarse. The butler remained silent for a long time. "I don't know." I stood up and turned to face him. The butler's face was as pale as paper, but he didn't avert his gaze. He had worked for the Moretti family for thirty years, ever since Serana's father was still alive. He had watched that little girl grow from ten to twenty. He had watched her burn her hands baking cakes for me, and he had watched me make her cry, over and over again.

I look at Lucian. He is looking at the closed book on the table with the expression he has when something has settled into a place he did not know it was looking for. “Calla Avery,” he says. “And a Blackthorn,” I say. “One hundred and twelve years ago.” “In this territory.” We look at each other.

She smiled a little bit, and waved her hands up in the air. She gazed at the Butler, he was probably in his late forties, with strands of grey hair peeking out. His face was sharp, it was clear that he was among the general butlers of the Hart family, he would have gone through countless trainings just to get to where he was now. "I will escort you to your room, Young Madam Cindy." The butler felt proud of his words.

"Not just you and Jonathan. All of them." Edmund nodded. "That disagreement is what began Blackwood's collapse, long before the fire ever gave it a convenient excuse to look like an accident." The countdown chimed, sharp and sudden, cutting through the heavy silence that had settled over the chamber. "Time remaining: two hours, fifty-one minutes," the Caretaker announced. "Four Keys remain unclaimed. The location of the next Key has been identified. Guidance is available upon request." "Then let's request it," Alexander said. "We're running out of time to stand around being shocked by every new revelation."

The Butler frowned, looking back and forth between Vladimir and Mischa. "I can't let the young Master sit on the floor with her hands and feet tied up." The Butler said politely and gently. Vladimir gave him a serious look. "You do realize the situation you're in, don't you?" Vladimir bluntly said which stopped the Butler and remain unblinking staring at him. "But I am their Butler, I have to fulfill my duty." The Butler countered him with the same expression on his face, which is oddly blank. "Don't," Mort interjected when he noticed that Vladimir was losing patience. The Butler bowed to Mort and obeyed him. He sat in the vacant seat for him on Mort's left side.

" Where is Butler Luke? I haven't seen him since Saturday night" Troy asked as he sat down at the dining table with Axel and Stephen having dinner. "Grandfather requested for him," Axel said answering his question. The Butler had left the house on Saturday night, as he was being requested for. Butler Luke was the loyal Butler of the Stuart family, he had been serving them for ages now. He was ordered to stay with Axel when all his family had left for Country D two years back, but he was suddenly called upon by the Old master on Saturday night.

"But if I may ask my Majesty Aiden, you are against the kidnapping of children for slaves and sales of slaves for maltreatment, so why give the orders to make a slave trade so quickly, especially from that age range, is anything bothering you my royal highness" He turned towards him and he saw the fear that flashed in the Butler's eyes, he was still his Butler and had been a faithful servant, he had been his direct messenger for almost a century, due to his blood which does not belong to the pure-blooded werewolves, he seems to age quickly.

If not for his mom's persistence he would have changed the butler before now but he was a good person and changing him might be stressful. " This is really urgent. Madam called me just now". Mr Gray said. Immediately he said it Alex loosed interest in the conversation— his mom was at it again. He pinched the brows within his forehead as he stared at the butler, botioning for him to continue as he didn't have much time to waste. " Old Master Blake slumped and has been rushed to the hospital". Alex brow furrowed immediately as he stared at the butler as if saying ' Can't you be faster while talking?' he immediately took his jacket by the side of the dining chair as he took his key and stepped

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."...." .

Surely there was some mistake. That would mean that I was somewhere in the early 18th century. I wasn’t completely up to speed with the Black family history. But from what I had garnered previously, Alexander Black took over from his diseased parents when he was no more than 16 years old. Already a formidable wolf, and battle hardened. From what I had learned, he took over in around 1715. I pick the locket up gingerly. The cool metal sending an involuntary shiver down my spine as it collides with the warmth of the palm of my hand, my fingers tracing the cursive of the engraved name.