Black Butler X Reader Novels & Stories

His eyes swished past the butler to land on me as I neared. “Mrs. Blackwood.” Butler Su dipped his head slightly in respect. My eyes fell on Dominic and our eyes met. He looked so calm, like he didn’t just see my boobs hanging in the air less than an hour ago. I sighed for the fiftieth time that morning. “That’s it,” Dominic dismissed. Butler Su nodded. “You are always welcome back, Mrs. Blackwood,” said Butler Su. I nodded at him. Definitely not returning here even if the heavens tried to convince me. I walked toward the sleek black car.

Koishi just stayed quite blankly staring at the ceiling above him. 'I really feel bad for this guy who has served Koishi more than half part of his life and also dies right after his master does. The fact, they used to make the fan art of this butler and Koishi more than the MC and Koishi.' 'Not to forget the fanfic I used to love to read kinda was hot and nose bleeding' sniffing in response with the light blush over his cheeks. The next thing he knew, he just to feel the cold wet cloth under his feet without glancing down. Knowing the fact, it's his butler Damien who is wiping his feet, which have turned into a shade of red and purple.

And I was going back. I wiped my eyes with the back of my hands and forced myself up off the counter. I had to be strong. Papa wouldn’t want this. I packed enough for a couple days and before I knew it, I was getting off a plane and walking down the runway in a trance. It all went by in a hazy blur. I didn’t remember leaving my apartment, let alone getting on a plane, but here I was, just outside the airport. I hailed a cab and told the driver where I was going. He chuckled and raised a bushy black eyebrow. “Blackwater, eh? I don’t think I’ve ever been,” he leaned closer to the rear view mirror and lowered his voice. “I’ve heard rumors about the people there.” I perked up. “Really?” I was cu

Was she gone forever? A heavy knock thundered through the room. I didn’t jump. I made myself stand there. Let them find me upright, unbowed. The door swung open, banging into the stone with a violence that was almost childish in its promise. He stood there—Taehyung Blackwood. Tall, dark, an unyielding wall of muscle in a crisp charcoal shirt. Shadows seemed to curl around him, even with sunlight behind his back. He didn’t smile, didn’t even bother to mask his contempt.

Jongin said understandingly, moving forward: “Does it make sense to you?” He stopped as that man showed his fangs into a sharp, devilish smile. “I am Aleister Black, the exterminator of the Ilgara race, who murdered Prince Gerald and his wife, Lorraine.” His smile widened like a mentally disturbed person. And soon he will kill Damontry Elgara to revive the barren land of kingdoms with its hybrid blood. “How long are we going to stay here?” Baekhyun grumbled, wiping both hands over his face.

But in that moment, he looked human. Vulnerable. His voice came rough. “Maybe we’re both breaking.” For a heartbeat, their eyes locked. Gray and gold. Enemy and enemy. The pull between them sharpened, dangerous. Then Dante’s smirk snapped back into place. “Don’t get sentimental, Blackthorn. It doesn’t suit you.” But it didn’t reach his eyes. That night, shadows stirred elsewhere. Julian Blackthorn stood on a balcony, cigarette glowing faint red. The city sprawled below, blind to the poison growing in its veins.

Finally, after what felt like forever, our laughter softened into little chuckles. Ethan leaned his head back against the pillows, groaning dramatically. His hair was sticking to his forehead with sweat, and his chest rose and fell with deep breaths. “God,” he muttered, dragging a hand down his face. Then his eyes cut to me, wild with that familiar hunger. “But I think I’ll feel much better if we do it.” My brain stuttered. “Do it?” He groaned, head rolling toward me, his grin sloppy and desperate. “Yes, do it. Goddess, Camila. It’s been forever. If this keeps up, I swear I’ll lose my mind.”

The space feels alive—exposed stone walls etched with faint storm runes that glow softly when the wind picks up outside, mismatched couches dragged into a loose circle, a low table scattered with half-empty mugs of tea, spell textbooks, and a deck of tarot cards someone left mid-reading. A record player in the corner spins something low and moody—old blues filtered through a modern vinyl crackle. Thorne Alexander Blackwood lounges on the arm of one couch, long legs stretched out, black leather jacket slung over the back. His dark hair falls into storm-gray eyes that still carry the faint red rim of vampire lineage, even in daylight. He’s sipping black coffee—straight, no sugar—watching the r

"I ..am sorry Little one...pl...ease.. don't...punish me like th..is..." It took everything in me to not go and help him. Leaving him to his condition. Picking up the book from under the mattress, I turn around to leave. Looking at him over my shoulder, one last time. "Goodbye Silas. Hope you live a good life." "No ..Pl...ese...stop..." Sighing ,I turn my back on him. Walking down the halls. To look at the mysterious book in my hands. I am coming death wolf. Alexandria Black is coming to get what you took from her.

They all walked closer to the boney figure which has begun to move slightly, the chains scraping against the ground with every shift in movement. The figure whimpered with each movement as Dmitri moved a little closer to the figure and knelt down to look into its hollow face until his suspicions were confirmed. “Gabriel Black,” he greeted bitterly, his wolf growling at the man who scarred his Angel. He wanted to just leave this asshole to rot, he deserved it.