Black Butler X Reader Novels & Stories

And maybe that’s why it felt wrong because the moment didn’t last. “Seems like you’re getting comfortable", a sharp cold voice booms in our ears. Our eyes slowly darted to the source of the voice and I freeze. Adrian Blackwood was standing with his eyes darkened and face scowled. "Sir...", Davel mumbles. He immediately pulled back his hand like he had been burned. We both stood up in attention but his eyes were cold passing a last glare at us before he leaves without any other words. What's wrong with him?

From inside the office fireplace, Ignatius’s blue flame roared to life, crackling loudly. "The traitor is the butler. Blackwell. He sold himself for the promise of immortality. He’s trying to escape through the forest." The black panther let out a low, deep growl that made the walls tremble slightly. Its red eyes blazed with fury. "Go," ordered the spirit. Meanwhile, in the bedroom, Lucian slowly pulled his face away. Larissa looked at him with wide eyes, breathing hard. "I... I couldn’t stop," she whispered, ashamed.

turning into grey rectangles of censored data. Silas Blackwood stepped in front of Kaelen, his gold-and-sapphire skin pulsing with a frantic, protective radiance. He felt the weight of the man’s gaze—it wasn't the gaze of a wolf sizing up prey, but the gaze of a critic looking for a flaw in the prose. "You’re the 'Reader'," Silas whispered, his voice a jagged rasp that resonated through the "Mate Bond."

"Xander, he is our future. Liam, Elena, and Sofia are also in agreement. We cling to that regardless of what occurs. Xander put an arm over her and drew her in. "We'll. Together. Even though the shadows of yesterday hung at the periphery of their tranquilly, the Blackwood family took comfort in the promise of tomorrow as the stars resumed their peaceful vigil. You've run out of Humaniser words. Boost your Surfer subscription. You stated: go on According to ChatGPT: Chapter 118 of ChatGPT

My eyes met with Katrinas, who was just walking towards the river. She quickly turns on her heel, about to walk away. “Don’t leave on my account” I shout as she stops in her tracks turning to look at me, “I’m not. Just realised you were not the person I was hoping to find” she smirks, her teeth sparkling under the bright shining moon. “Oh yeah? Were you hoping it was Alpha Lucius?” I asked her, and she folded her arms raising a brow. “Unlike you, Xavier Blackwood. Alpha Lucius is a man who has some dignity and knows how to differentiate between duty and desire,” she retorts.

Lucian Blackthorn stepped into the circle. The Alpha’s black coat trailed behind him, his raven hair gleaming under the torchlight, his scar sharp against his jaw. His silver eyes burned as they swept the crowd, silencing whispers with a single glance. Then he turned to her. Without a word, he reached for her hand. Bella’s breath caught. Her palm trembled as his fingers closed around hers, warm, strong, unyielding. Sparks shot up her arm, sharp and electric, the bond flaring alive at the touch.

Every wolf in the room bowed their heads in submission, but I remained frozen, my heart hammering wildly in my chest. I could feel him. The moment was suffocating, an unseen force pressing down on my bones. I dared to lift my gaze. Alpha King Xander Black stood at the entrance, broad shouldered and imposing, his piercing silver eyes sweeping over the room. The black coat he wore barely concealed the raw, lethal strength in his frame. Scars marred the back of his hands—evidence of battles fought and won. I couldn't look away. And then it happened. A spark. A pull so strong it stole the air out of my lungs.

A growl of anger layed low in my throat as I scanned the hall but I swallowed it down. This was the price of peace we all pretend we want. A marriage. A bond forged in hatred. A fake harmony. I sighed angrily when my eyes landed on him. He was standing at the center of the hall, where the priest was also standing. Alpha Raiden Blackwood. He has a long black hair, his eyes were golden colour, and he has a sharp jawline, that made his facial features make him look more serious and dangerous. He was also looking at me, but his eyes were dark and unreadable, his expression was also unreadable.

Hola! Welcome to chapter 6 of A deal with the Devil! Don't be a silent reader! Chapter 6 - It tastes better off you. ~~~ Blackmailer- 'On a scale of 1 to 10, you're a 9 and I'm the 1 you need.' I bit my lip from smiling like a crazy obsessed cat because the Math sir was looking straight at my desk from above his thick black glasses. The second his inquisitive eyes shifted, I typed a reply.

“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.