Claude From Black Butler Novels & Stories

But I assure him that it is a good idea, even though I don't believe it too much myself. "If you think it will work, be my guest." "Don't worry about me." "Alright," Claude checks his watch. "I gotta get goin'. Don't wanna make The Prince angry." "Who's The Prince?" Claude manages a small smile before walking to his car. "You know who I mean." I stifle a laugh. The name fits; Sebastian is more of a Prince than he likes to admit, with everyone tending to his every need, willing to drop everything for him no matter what it is he wants.

Claude sighed, “His name is Vladimir, by the way. I don’t know what he wants with me.” “Really though? You don’t know anything at all?” “Well a witch once told me that I’m gifted…” “You think you have powers of some kind?” “I’m not a witch.” Claude said defensively. “I know you’re a werewolf Claude but you could be a hybrid or well, just special.” Claude shrugged not knowing how to feel about that, “Well I can read minds occasionally.” She whispered. “No way! Have you ever read my mind?” Claude stared at her, “No, Nuella. I haven’t.” She said. “Why are you acting so chill about this? That’s not normal.”

His aura was wrong, calculated, cold. Izora instinctively stepped back, her hand brushing the wall behind her for something solid. She’d seen him before. Not often. Always with Kaiser. Always silent. “Who are you?” she asked. His lips curved into a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “If you must know,” he said, voice calm but condescending, “which is none of your concern… I’m Claude. Though some prefer to call me the Black Hole.” Izora’s chest tightened. She’d heard of that name. A whisper in the criminal underworld. An assassin known for one thing: leaving his victims with a hollowed chest where their heart used to be. She had thought it was a myth. But standing in front of her was the myth

There was already three cups at the table and a pot of tea sitting along with a plate of cookies in the middle. "Now I hope you're not going to stay distracted over the fish their whole visit," Aurelio teased him playfully to announce our presence. I heard the guy over the koi pond chuckle and rise to his feet, sitting the bottle of fish food down by his tea. He turned to look our way then and reached out an arm to greet us with a shake. Taking in his appearance I was glancing into red mirroring eyes and dark brown hair that was natrually curly and cut short to bring out his strong shaping jaw line. It was like I was looking into a mirror but with slight different features. Unbelievable. He

It was like how I saw Claudia in a black hole, how I saw her past and everything. I assumed I was in Claude's past life, I guessed, a hundred years ago or something. I almost shouted when I saw the shadow again, the shadow that I saw in Claudia's history. The grey shadow shaped like a huge man but only a shadow and no face at all. What the fuck?! Claude… Claude knows Darkesta?

another deep voice echoed, and my gaze flickered to the third triplet, sitting at the edge of the window, sipping from a glass of wine. Alpha Lucien. A dark knight. “We are not to enjoy them.” At that last word, his eyes flashed a bright, eerie white as he tilted his head to look at me. Before I could even react, Claude was suddenly in front of me, making me flinch and nearly stumble. But his hand wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer, so close that a gasp escaped my lips as he stood just inches away. He was watching me, studying me, and I couldn’t tear my eyes away from him.

“I’ve reached my immortality but I am ready to surrender it for my everlasting peace.” Claudia inhaled deeply and dragged a stool next to her to get closer to her. She was sitting on it as she tried to absorb everything that she just witnessed. “He is a Vladimir from The Protector clans.” Claudia paused and tried to find out the response from Knight Richard. That man smiled and took his seat on the stool. “Great match, I really appreciate it!” “What does he do around Sonya Duville?” He smirked. Claudia sniffed. “He is her protector.”

Claude stood at the staircase, his twin blades a whirlwind of silver as he cut down attackers in council colors. Then he froze mid-swing. His eyes widened, his body locking as though caught in invisible chains. A figure stepped from the smoke—shadowed, inhuman. One clean arc of their blade sent Claude’s head tumbling. “CLAUDE!” Odessa’s scream tore through the inferno as his body crumpled. In the grand hall below, Adonis knelt on cracked marble, his massive frame hunched over Lucien. The younger Valentine’s skin blistered and split, black fire consuming him from within.

I had found out a few things about him. Despite the fact that Claude portrays himself as a calm and collected seelie who finds himself enjoying the thrill of conflict, he is not that. He was nervous around new faces and often consoled it with a few hurtful words, he’s also tend to gravitate towards anyone in a room who he found familiar. I think That’s why his he always sticks to his mother whenever she may be present or Ara, the Elven Guard that follows him around.

He bows cordially and walks off. “He likes you, Claudia.” She waves a hand at her dismissively, “Now, don’t be getting shy now. He was practically licking his lips as he looked at you. You looked hungry too, you know.” She looks at her and furrows her brow and narrows her eyes. “I can’t lie, but if you want to tap that, he’d probably be into it.” Ash chuckles and Kai raises an eyebrow. “What? I meddle as I see fit. My sisters would be so much worse. Does he know your situation?” Claudia tilts her head a little, “If you mean does he know I’m also Claude sometimes, then yes.” She nods,