Black Butler X Reader Novels & Stories

" He's determined to persuade me to leave. As he's telling me this, I become frozen in his hand when I see the alpha silently appearing behind us like a dark shadow. The blood drained from my face, and the butler with a trembling hand slowly left me, turning around aware of who was now standing behind us. The Alpha growled as he spun entirely around; I ran over to the wall. "I didn't mean to say those awful things about you, Master," the butler cried for his life. "You'll be more sorry when I jam my teeth into your treacherous neck," Alpha Gunner growled. As the alpha charged toward the butler, he jumped through an open window. I fell onto my rump, covering my ears traumatized at the sound o

“He wasn’t a butler, Rhunar. Not for the Blacks. He’s one of them. An actual Black. And more than that—he’s a lycan.” Ryan’s jaw flexed. He added grimly, “Half-lycan, precisely.” The silence that followed pressed down like a weight. The only sound was the faint tick of the hall clock, each beat dragging across their nerves. Rhunar’s chest heaved as he tried to piece the fragments together. His eyes moved between their faces, searching desperately for any thread of truth, any sign of betrayal.

She turned to stare after him. "Who was that?", she found herself asking. The butler’s voice answered behind her. "Skylar Blackthorne, the young master of the house." And also her step-brother, Amanda thought to herself. She gave him one last look before they continued up the stairs towards the drawing room, but Amanda couldn't get the encounter out of her head. Why was he so cold? And what did he mean by 'human'? Samuel stood at the center of the drawing room, tall, commanding, silver hair swept back, his black suit tailored to perfection.

The aura inside Le Ciel Blanc turned as scary as the grave. Julian Blackwood, a man who once glorified pure Alpha blood, now no longer cares about the rest of his humanity. A sick obsession with Chloe boils over his sanity, awakening the mutated monster instincts that have been forced to life by Baron Vane's dark science.

For getting through this. "The Blackwell crew. How... intriguing." The tone was polished and deep, smooth like aged whiskey. Alpha Victor Blackthorn appeared out of nowhere, gliding across the floor with that quiet, hunter-like ease. He was older than Ethan, with silver streaks at his temples framing his dark hair, and eyes that were a sharp, alert hazel. His authority didn't blast out like a storm; it was more like a perfectly cut suit he wore without effort. He reached for my hand, not shaking it but holding it gently, his stare soaking up every little thing about my face, my gown, my nerves. "Ms. Langley. It's a real treat to meet the lady who's... shaken up the lay of the land next door.

Lila and that damn Raven! Elliot sat in front of Lila who was explaining something to him. And he nodded in understanding. I saw her tuck her hair behind her ears and Elliot followed her movement like a hawk. I rolled my eyes so hard that I could almost see my brain inside my head. Ugh. Turning away in disgust from the nightmare of a romance before me, I finally spotted him. Kai Blackthorn. He was slouched across the table, one leg stretched out like he owned the damn library. Well technically he did. His golden hair was messier than before, slightly falling over his forehead and his Ravens jacket hung lazily off the back of his chair.

I’m in the back of the library looking for a quiet spot to study when I hear it — a soft, breathy gasp from the very last row of shelves. I should keep walking. Good girls don’t investigate strange noises. But something pulls me closer. I peek around the corner and my breath catches. Lucas Black has a girl pinned against the tall bookshelves. Her skirt is bunched up around her waist. His hand is between her thighs, fingers moving slowly under her panties. The girl’s head is thrown back, lips parted in silent pleasure as he works her. His grey eyes — sharp, knowing, dangerous — suddenly flick up and lock directly onto mine.

he said. Her throat tightened. “Not win. Balance.” Serane stood by the fallen table, pale and furious. “Do you even understand what you’ve done? You’ve tied yourself to it forever!” Kaelira met her gaze. “Maybe. But now it answers to me, not to you.” Serane’s lips curled. “And when the Black Moon rises? When it wakes hungry again?” Kaelira lifted her chin. “Then it will learn what hunger feels like on the other side of the flame.”

His hand moved to my waist, pressing me harder against the wall. “Alpha David, stop!” I pushed against his chest. He didn’t listen. His face inched closer. Panic surged through me. “Alpha David, stop!” Suddenly, a deep, guttural snarl ripped through the air. A hand yanked him away. “Enough.” Alpha David stumbled back, breathing hard. I looked up and saw the butler standing between us, his expression dark with fury. But this time, his irises glowed a faint gold—he wasn’t just a servant. He was a wolf too. A Beta.

(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