Black Butler Timeline Novels & Stories

His skin is pale, almost translucent, giving him a somewhat austere and imposing presence. Dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit, the butler's appearance is immaculate. His white shirt is crisp and spotless, and his black tie is knotted with precision. White gloves cover his hands, adding an extra layer of formality and distance to his demeanor. A small, discreet silver pin adorns his lapel, perhaps a family crest or symbol of the household.

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."

So it must be them. Danice raised her brow. “Did you see it with their own eyes that the butler is with them?” “…That…I don’t think so.” “Can you describe what the butler looked like?” “We only met twice. All I remember is that he was tall and had black hair.” Danice frowned. Most butlers were tall with black hair. That description was useless. She pressed him with more questions, but nothing valuable came out. Finally, she dismissed them. “Bring the phone next time,” Danice ordered.

Connor’s hands are shaking when holding the cup. His teeth are chattering inside his sealed lips. Butler Robert knows more than him because he is also the batch mate of Bridget as the pioneering worker who gains loyalty within the family. “How many years did he is now serving the household? It seems Butler Robert was so confident in the way he talk—“ “For twenty-years … or maybe twenty-one now. He works with us when I am Ten years old. The other butlers retired, but he stayed for a long time—just like auntie Bridget.”

I trust all four of you had a pleasant evening. Butler Wayn. Also known as the head butler of the Claramay family. Been caring for the children of Claramay at such a young age, naturally, he's been with them through thick and thin until he has aged, he is able to do his work flawlessly. Being the trustworthy person he is, he's promoted to be the head butler. 'Yes and no.' '???' ( smacked Cullen ) 'He means t

“I just wanted to live… I just wanted to be like you…” Vlad stopped in front of him. His red eyes looked like two doors to hell. Then Vlad Draven Darkmoor appeared, completely naked and his body covered in blood. His face showed no mercy. Only a cold, deadly calm. “That was your last mistake.” Blackwell began to cry from pure terror. He tried to crawl backward. The wolf that had carried him lay dead a few meters away, its throat torn open and its eyes glassy. “Please… please, sir… I just wanted to live…” the butler stammered. “They promised! They said that if I delivered the human to them, I would be one of them! Immortal! I served you for fifty-six years… fifty-six years!”