Black Butler X Vampire Reader Novels & Stories

"I know, but if I don't, it'll look even more suspicious. Just watch out for me, okay? And call Serin if anything goes awry." Sighing, I nodded and relished in the smile he gave me. Sol was walking out of the house and toward the large black gate that would separate them. For a short moment, I was glad that the blood influence was still left in my system. I could hear the gravel beneath Sol's feet as he walked and see him even in the dead of night. "Barker," I could hear him as he greeted the human vampire hunter. Francis stood in the middle of two larger men at his side, each of them wearing dark tinted glasses. "I wasn't aware you made social calls."

His whole eyes turned black. Xavier felt the pressure on his chest again. His mouth suddenly moved on his own. “W– with all d– due respect, Sire,” the butler said still with his face on the floor. “Y– you also did not know w– when you’re the one w– who spend s– so much time w– with Miss Ann…”

—he pointed his finger at me—"this thing, the mere blood slave of yours! Even the sweetest pussy isn't worth the lives of my warriors, and there will be many deaths if we oppose the Vampire King!" The scarred man followed suit, rising violently from his seat and yelling, "The Black Moon Pack's warriors won't risk their lives for a human bitch, no matter how good her blood smells!" A split second later, the dark mist swished from the desk toward Alpha Titus and the man with scars, the darkness swallowing them. Before I could realize what was happening or even gasp, a shriek sliced the air. After another two heartbeats, the darkness faded, revealing Ash standing in front of Alpha Titus, who wa

"His blood now flows in her veins. The transformation was painful, but successful. She lives. Though no longer as a human." Elena closed her eyes for a second, absorbing the information. When she opened them again, a lethal coldness filled her gaze. "Where is the butler now?" "Fleeing. But Mr. Vlad is on his trail." Elena looked at the door through which the panther had vanished. A faint, dark smile curved her lips. "Let him suffer," she murmured. "No one betrays the Darkmoors and lives to tell the tale." Meanwhile, the butler Blackwell was laughing like a madman, riding on the back of a large wolf. He clutched the animal’s fur with bloodstained hands, his face twisted in an insane grin.

What he witnessed wasn’t a vampire, but a different kind of monster tearing his enemies apart as if it were the easiest thing to do in the world. His eyes weren’t like a vampire either, his irises were red, glowing as much as a vampire would, but the whites of his eyes were black, almost like void. "E-Elijah…" He stuttered hard when the vampire looked at him after all of the purebloods turned into ashes. Elijah was covered in blood, which ironically simulated Louise’s appetite but also irked him like never before. He backed away when Elijah started walking toward him. Like a toddler who just started to learn how to walk, Louise quickly stumbled out of fear.

Sure, I'd done it before leaving, but one couldn't be too careful. Up ahead, there was a door slightly ajar which led into a room that was dimly lit. I heard moaning coming from it and suspected, well, it wasn't someone in distress. A whimper followed that noise, causing me to draw closer and peer into the crack. I saw a male vampire with medium tan skin and long black hair being fucked by another male vampire, this one with pale skin and short blonde hair. The one on top was driving into him hard, causing him to moan before crying out. The bottom had fuzzy black handcuffs on, chained to the bedpost as he was mercilessly taken in all the ways he was clearly enjoying.

"Where did you-" "Finally, I found it mate. Soul reaper is mine." Terry let out his usual dark chuckle. That knife is soul reaper. "Now, should I kill you first and then go for her next?" he asked Alex and his words rang through my mind a million times before it all came crashing down. Wait-wait, there is no way that this knife can kill a vampire right? It can't be, there is-

I asked as I waited for him. "My last name is Blackson, a royal lineage of years back. I have one sister you know as Ingrid. My childhood friend Ryson. I am also a vampire as you have noticed but unlike other vampires, I like cooked food. I have many enemies and fewer friends. That is all I can disclose for now babe but I will tell you soon." I looked at him wondering what he had experienced to have such pain reflected in those gorgeous eyes. "Do you wanna hear about me?" I asked stroking his hair taking in his scent. He hummed softly.

Chapter 26 We got back to the table and I picked at my plate for a bit when a man I didn't recognize came walking up to our table. He was tall and large in stature. He had obsidian black hair and it was a little longer and straight. He was a Vampire, that much I could tell.

While she was looking for answers to her questions, something caught her eye. "A black cape? Long-sleeved white shirt? And a red bow?” Cyrille's eyes begin to widen. "This is how a vampire dresses in classic Dracula films!" she exclaimed. “Oh my—” She couldn't finish her words and immediately covered her mouth to keep from shouting. She was overjoyed with the mixed emotions she was experiencing at the time, and she couldn't believe that after days of fruitless hunting, she'd have the good fortune to meet a vampire.