Black Butler X Vampire Reader Novels & Stories

Harris flashed a grin and replied, "But, werewolf, what exactly were you going on about? How is it possible to become friends with a werewolf? They look like wild animals, don't they?" As soon as he mentioned Blacky, Elevena's disposition immediately improved, and she responded with excitement, "However, this is not the case. Blacky is not like this at all. Blacky is the name I give him due to his stunning all-black appearance and reddish-hazel eyes." Harris furrowed his brows and nodded while looking at Angelina and Peter, both of whom avoided making eye contact with him. Harris was aware of the person she was referring to. It was obvious that she was referring to Damon because no other Alp

"Yes. And then the two vampires fought. Her husband was against her decision from the beginning. He was deeply hurt, and he felt betrayed by his soulmate. But more than that, he was afraid. His wife leaves him in the dark while she walks under the light. It never occurred to him that the day would come when they would be separated. So he prayed to the same demon that cursed them to be vampires. He wished to walk under the same sun as her while keeping his supernatural powers and immortality." "What was the condition?" I asked curiously. "His bloodlust was tripled. If before he could endure not drinking human blood for up to a year, now, he won't be able to last three months. The devil intend

I can see the black uniforms of my men scattered throughout the battle, fighting glowing-eyed Tormentians in purple. Distracted by all the blood, I don’t see the wolf-shifter/vampire hybrid sneak up behind me until it’s too late.

Blood remained. "What did she look like?" Wolfblood blinked. Apparently expecting a different question. "Dark hair." The vampire nodded. "Pretty." Interesting. "Black wings." That caught his attention. His eyebrows lifted slightly. "Black?" "Yes." Wolfblood hesitated. "There was also blood magic." The room went still. Completely still. The vampire's gaze snapped toward him. "Explain." Wolfblood described the encounter. The knife. The fight. The wounds. The blood rising from his own injuries and striking him.

I hastily twirled my wet hair into a low bun even if it was still dripping, and went out the door. I ran all the way to the surgery building. But before I could arrive at the room, I slammed into something hard. My suitcase fell over with a loud thunk and I stumbled back. When I slowly glanced up, I was stunned when I saw Ethan Blackstone. One of the Blackstone triplets. Alpha-blooded and dangerous. He had dark hair, stormy eyes, and a healing cut on his lower lip. It was a fresh one, still red and raw. Next to him was a younger beta werewolf student while holding a stack of books.

Vladimir said he had a meeting to assist and that we would meet during lunchtime. Honestly, I wanted lunchtime to come soon. So far, I was already annoyed and wanted to be alone. I was not listening to any of his words anymore. I stand up and leave. Victor is calling my name, but I ignore him. As I walk out of the dining room, I see Vladimir’s butler approach me. The old vampire looks old-fashioned. He is tall, has green eyes that look like a forest, and his hair is golden. The man seems amazing standing outside under the sun. He must have been a handsome vampire in his younger days.

I cut him off impatiently as we geared towards the front door. It abruptly opened and in front of us was an old butler. My eyes narrowed, he looked human. To make more caution, I threw a dose of wolfsbane powder at him. It had no effect, only making him cough instead with a frown on his face. “Can I help you gentlemen?” “He seems human.” Sebastian whispered from behind me. I scowled deeply, “We’re looking for someone. Asher Blackwood and Aurora Thompson to be precise.” I studied his face greatly for any sign of a facade, he remained stoic, eyes expressionless, “I don’t think I know who that is.”

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."

—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

I raised my eyebrows, wondering what he was talking about before he fluffed the counter as I gasped. “Run!” He growled, I looked at the blonde lady, her eyes turning black, and veins popping out as she tilted her head. “Fuck!” I cussed, Vampire. I stagger back, trying to find something I can use to fight off the vampire even though I knew that Aymeric would handle her. I need to be ready. She jumped on the table and in a split second lunging at me as I dogged kicking her back before Aymeric came behind her ripping out her heart.