Claude From Black Butler Novels & Stories

The clouds opened and white angels flew down from the opened sky. Thousands of thousands of white angels flew down and they all assembled themselves in mid air and bowed down before Sela. "Great god of Tranquip, son of the great gods of tranquility and peace we are at your service." they all chorused which echoed through out the entire earth deafening various eardrums of nearby people. lucifer laughed hard and stretched out his hands and a black staff appeared in it. He stamped the staff on the ground and the ground opened into two with different skeletal hands making way out of it.

I stared at him for a long second before speaking. “Can you talk like this?” His eyes cracked open before he shook his head. A hum slipped past my lips. “Figures.” I ran my fingers through his fur one last time before patting his head. “You must be hungry.” Claude pulled back immediately, shifting off me, giving me space to get out of bed. Then, before I could even stand, the sound of bones cracking filled the air again. This time, it was faster. More fluid. When it was over, Claude was back—human again—sitting on the bed, his frown deep and thoughtful as he met my gaze.

"It isn't a good idea to press him further when he's already shown you exactly what he can do." The tone of Claude's voice suddenly turns dark and quiet. The line is silent, and I look around my apartment and hate how alone I feel; there is literally no one I can have here that will understand. The only person that understands is Claude, given he knows about my mom, Felicity and Claire, as well as the journal; he listened in a way that sounded as if he understood. Maybe it's because he's older than most of us, and is a little more mature in situations that test one's patience.

However, he must have known her since he mentioned her name. The butler opened the door before I even reached the steps leading up to the doorway. His name was Claud, and he had a rather peculiar look. About 45 years old with broad shoulders, he was apparently an old football player from college who needed a job. Needless to say, he was quite a frightening-looking man.

The audacity. Across the room, Claude's lips twitched. Then, I saw it. He was trying very hard not to laugh. Unfortunately for him, Rachelle saw it too. Slowly, she turned her head toward her mate. The look she gave him could have frozen an entire army. Claude immediately cleared his throat, and the twitching disappeared completely. "I have no idea what you're talking about," he said with all the dignity of a king trying to save himself. "Claudian Alexander IV."

"Who am I then?" Claude wasn't fazed by her question at all. He merely shrugged, "baby number two." His lips drew up into a teasing grin as he registered the faint blush which was starting to creep up on her cheeks. "Shut up." Ayla narrowed her eyes at his figure, making an attempt to come unbothered before him but it didn't work. He saw right through her. "Alright, get inside, then." Claude opened the door of her side before walking around the front of the car to get to the driver's side.

Rose’s cry immediately drew everyone’s attention to me. As they looked at the cake on the floor, they spoke nervously, stumbling over their words. “Alpha Claude is a devil! He’s the youngest Alliance Ultima in history, and also the most ruthless!” “He also loves his mate deeply! I heard that a werewolf accidentally touched his mate once, and he chopped off that werewolf’s hand!” I rubbed my forehead as I recalled it. That was indeed true. That werewolf had been handsy. Claude made him apologize, not realizing he had dared to touch me.

Madeline's eyes opened once more and she witnessed the familiar body of her young master Claude came into view. The robe was shed aside and with the help of the flickering lights of the scented candles around, she saw the budding manliness of this 18 year old boy. He took the Clan Leader's looks. Penetrating eyes, sword like brows, and long rich black mane. And what was more was his inherent handsome face. The blood of the Tiberius lineage was strong in him. Young Master Claude was a typical alpha male who could conquer the hearts of men and women alike.

It was Claude. Claude was sent stumbling backward by the force of Sebastian's punch, and he sprayed out a mouthful of blood as he stared at Sebastian in shock. Claude had been full of confidence before coming. After all, he had broken through to the Celestial stage more than 20 years ago, and he had been through many life-and-death battles over the years. He was much more advanced than Sebastian in both his skill level and in actual battle experience. Besides, just a year ago, Claude had defeated Barnabas in less than ten moves. He felt that even if Sebastian had defeated Barnabas, at Sebastian's age it must have been a close shave.

The skinny man said. At this point, it’s just a normal conversation. Claude felt sorry cause it feels like intruding their privacy, so he decided to at least buy something from the shop. They didn’t need to know he was listening in, but this is just for his conscience. But before he was about to walk to the door, he heard. “Is Hayate still working with you?” ‘Hayate?’ Claude frowned. ‘Isn’t that the name Jai and Darrion are looking for?’