Black Butler Timeline Novels & Stories

The old Hawthorne Mansion loomed like a gothic dream on the outskirts of the English countryside. Sophia had taken the live-in personal assistant position three weeks ago, managing the estate’s affairs for the reclusive owner who was rarely present. The real enigma of the house, however, was Mr. Elias Blackwood, the butler. Elias was perfection incarnate. Mid-thirties, tall and elegantly built with broad shoulders, dark hair was always styled and a sharp jaw.

(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

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.”

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"

This even also showed that the wielder of the darkness should never be put in a situation that would led to a repeat of the three days of darkness phenomenon. “Welcome back, your highness,” said the butler. A minotaur welcomed Damon the moment he pushed open the double doors which were made of gold and iron ores. Clad in his black and white crisp suit, the butler which served his father for some millennia now was already waiting for him after smelling his scent right after he stepped out of the portal – thanks to his astounding bull nose.

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.

By the following evening I had told him the full account and he had listened with the specific focused attention he reserves for things that reframe everything that came before them, and then he had been quiet for a moment and said: “Elena Bennett. Named in the Blackwood records the whole time.” “The whole time,” I confirmed. “And Whitmore knew.” “Whitmore knew everything,” I said. “He always has.” Lucas considered this. “I need to revise my timeline of this entire situation,” he said. “I had been operating on the assumption that Whitmore was a late entry. He’s been present since the beginning.” He paused. “That’s either very reassuring or very unsettling, I haven’t decided which.” “Both,” I

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?

a voice drawled from the shadows. Timothy bolted upright, the movement sending a sickening pulse through his skull. Kan Nelblack leaned against the dresser, his dark hair messy, his silver-grey eyes tracking Timothy like a target. He’d ditched the top hat, looking less like a circus ringmaster and more like the butcher he was. The tiger chuffed, stretching its massive limbs with a grace that made Timothy’s stomach do a slow, nauseous roll. The memory hit him like a lead pipe to the gut. The alley. The bite. The betrayal.

Dean inquired, curiosity laced in his voice, "you’ve worked for both gangs. Doesn’t that create a conflict for you? If they’re on opposing sides, why would they hire the same person?" The butler’s face broke into a playful smile. "Isn’t it the same for you, Dean?" he replied with a hint of mischief in his tone. Dean was taken aback by the butler’s sharp remark, his face momentarily betraying a hint of embarrassment. Only then did he realize that he, too, was playing the role of someone navigating between two factions. A flicker of guilt stirred in his heart as the implications sank in.