Claude From Black Butler Novels & Stories

A man gets out. Definitely not a scarf-wearing grandfather. He’s maybe mid-thirties. Trim, broad-shouldered, dressed in dark jeans and a charcoal wool coat over a T-shirt. His jawline could cut butter. When he looks at me I almost get lost in his hazelnut colored eyes encased in thick curled lashes. Wow. Okay. I raise an eyebrow. “You’re Claude?” He steps forward and takes my hand in his. He lightly kisses the back of it, just like in the movies. “I am. Did you imagine something else?”

Claude called his name with a thread of warning in his voice "Your majesty" "Who is this impertinent creature?" "I am a werewolf like everyone in this room and My name is Clarisse. Clarisse Bancroft. Ursula's daughter" Because the room was still quiet, everyone heard what she said. Even the guards standing at the entrance turned to look at them. Claude studied her. His eyes giving away nothing about how he felt at her bomb. Or maybe it wasn't really a bomb. Was there anything the king didn't know? He was the monarch. His spies were everywhere in the kingdom. It was impossible for him not to have heard about her. To his and everyone's surprise, Claude's face broke out into a smile.

He smiled elegantly as I stared at him in horror. "I'm Claude. Nice to meet you", Claude said, exposing his fangs. Mumbling something under my breath, before I remembered his previous warning and I looked up in time to see his eyes flash and a smirk form on his lips. "Well, I won't bore you with formalities and the likes", Claude began, when we left the computer space back to the desk. "You already know why you're here", he added with a skeptical look, a 'don't you?' quirked on his brows and I wanted to smack the shit.

When he took a closer look, Cyrus was back to his usual indifferent face. Back on the set, Claude made everyone present there dumbfounded. Aaron exaggerated again, giving him a gaping mouth. A character with white hair and a black shirt, jet-black eyebrows after being shaved become long, hidden in sideburns, and raised high brow bones that were originally hidden is now revealed. Claude's gentle face turns cold, cold and indifferent. The fluttering black robe conceals a leisurely and elegant look in the evil spirit shown in the character as if even if the world were to become a wasteland, there would be dust and ashes. Just a blink of his eye.

Most of them disappeared into the forest. But my men managed to capture and subdue one of them. He was wounded and barely breathing. Claude stood beside him in human form, breathing heavily. I walked toward them slowly. “Who sent you?” I asked. The rogue laughed weakly, blood spilling from his mouth. “Look at you,” he rasped. “The great Alpha Killian Blackwood. You're a disgrace.” Claude’s fist slammed into his face. “Show some respect,” Claude growled.

Butler, John snorted coldly. Claire has undoubtedly become one of his worst enemies. He didn't know who this girl came from and why Ethan indulge her despite her rude attitude. Whilst he was in his thoughts, Ethan took in a sharp breath. His eyes were cold and bloodshot. His patience was gradually running because of this stupid butler and his cruel grandfather, who would blink even if he has to kill someone. However, before Ethan could scold the butler, he heard Claire's voice, which somehow soothe and shocked him at the same time.

A few times, she attempted to gain special favor with one of the wealthier clients, but nothing ever stuck. Everything changed the night a mysterious stranger with ice cold skin and dark red eyes entered her room. Instead of demanding service or mistreating her, he introduced himself as Claude, a servant of a mysterious lord. He revealed a large bag of coins and made Catarina promise not to scream or overreact. He wanted to give her so much money for just blood, food, nothing else. He flashed his fangs, and Catarina was surprised to find herself not at all frightened of him. She had never seen so much gold before, and she wanted desperately to not be in so much pain.

“I didn't say you should ask me about that.” “Why?” I pressed. “What's wrong with asking about him?” He hesitated again. Too long. The air shifted. Thickened a little bit. Claude turned off the stone and faced me fully now. His expression changed. He was no longer playful or as friendly as before. It was more serious, and down. “Look.” He started, lowering his voice. “Four is…. Not an ordinary man.” I frowned. “What does that even mean?” “It means.” He said slowly, choosing each word like it could cut him if he mishandled, “that you should be careful.”