Ronald Knox Black Butler Novels & Stories

" Where is Butler Luke? I haven't seen him since Saturday night" Troy asked as he sat down at the dining table with Axel and Stephen having dinner. "Grandfather requested for him," Axel said answering his question. The Butler had left the house on Saturday night, as he was being requested for. Butler Luke was the loyal Butler of the Stuart family, he had been serving them for ages now. He was ordered to stay with Axel when all his family had left for Country D two years back, but he was suddenly called upon by the Old master on Saturday night.

Maybe she had one of her secretaries pick me up, so she could torture me faster. But the owner of the black car was wearing a suit that was too expensive for his profession. The way he stood, and his gesture of glancing at that super-expensive watch, were not at all the same as mom's secretary. But above all else, I'll never be able to forget that slice of black hair flowing against the wind. “Butler.” I called out to the butler, before my steps actually reached the front yard of the mansion. “Tell that man the woman he's looking for doesn't exist. And tell him never to set foot in this house again.”

I narrow my eyes and spot dark shapes above the trees—flying demons, ravens. They’re everywhere. Ugh! Our family is greeted by a man with neat, slicked‑back hair, dressed in a butler’s uniform. He wears a gray waistcoat over a white shirt, with a tie tucked neatly inside. A white handkerchief bearing the royal insignia—a golden wolf howling at the moon—rests in his chest pocket. He also wears white gloves, gray pants, and polished black shoes. The man bows. “Alpha High General Albert of the Howlite Pack, I am Nolan. I’ll be your family’s personal royal butler.”

He looks around and notices the familiarity of the room he is staying in. This room is perturbingly familiar, he thinks. The stranger comes back, bringing a black suit with a black bow tie. “You are going to wear this from this day forth,” the stranger says, “as the prince’s butler.”

Without a word, he climbed the stairs and disappeared into the upper floor. Cynthia blinked. A strange mixture of relief and disappointment settled inside her chest. Moments later, another man approached. He appeared to be in his late fifties, dressed in a dark suit. "Miss Hart." His voice was polite. Cynthia turned toward him. "My name is William Foster. I am the butler of Blackwood Estate." She offered a small smile. "Nice to meet you." "Please follow me." The butler picked up her small bag and led her toward a grand staircase. As they walked, Cynthia couldn't help noticing how enormous the mansion was.

"That's your problem, not something I should think about. How the Enderson family is doing has nothing to do with me." She looked at the butler and asked: "The butler, how do you feel about the clothes that I bought today?" "Ms. Waltson, your clothes are very beautiful." She smiled and said, "Thank you." Kelen Enderson angrily punched Johny Enderson . Johny Enderson was helpless. When the car was almost reaching the white house, The butler received a call from Wills Waltson . He turned around and gave the phone to Luna , "Ms. Waltson, Mr. Waltson said that he would call you, but no one answered. Did you mute it?"

"That place is being renovated, so we’ll stay here for now." Behind them, the butler, driver, and staff all kept their heads lowered, not daring to speak. They all knew this woman—she was the young madam of the Rhodes family. But just two hours ago, their young master had specifically instructed them that when they saw Miss Naomi, they were to treat her as Mrs. Knox. Butler Kay discreetly glanced at Naomi and sighed inwardly. As children, she and Mr. Knox had been childhood sweethearts, inseparable. Fate had played a cruel hand, but it seemed Mr. Knox still hadn’t given up. If the old master found out about this...

“Mr. Sloan, we are very sincere about this cooperation. If you can sign with us, all conditions are negotiable.” Clayton exuded a chilly vibe that was very imposing. He paused for a moment and looked at the butler. Clayton asked calmly, “What’s your relationship with them?” The butler froze. Christian Jenner hurriedly explained, “Although we’re not related by blood, we’re practically brothers. It’s all thanks to his help that we’re able to have the honor of meeting you, Mr. Sloan.” Clayton was silent for a few seconds. His clear and cold gaze swept over the butler’s face.

“He wasn’t called the Black Butcher for nothing.” “The black butcher,” I muttered mostly to myself. I wanted to call him out. Say he was lying. Ronald up against the entire families of New York. But I knew, I’d seen it once before. The way he’d burst through those doors and wiped out an entire army of bodyguards without breaking a sweat. I’d seen that dead look in his eyes, felt the darkness slowly drowning him. “Zavier used Ronald as a weapon in his fight against Garet.” Mason spat. “Coward.”

A voice suddenly echoes in the large living room and I turn to see a man dressed in a butler's attire at the entrance, he lowered his head respectfully. “I'm Winston. The previous butler fell ill and so, I have been newly appointed by Mr Blackwood.” As if I knew who the old butler was. I force a small smile and nod. “It's nice to meet you Winston. I remember Alexander mentioned something about some maids too, did you perhaps come with them?” Winston smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Yes Mrs Blackwood.” He faced the door and clapped twice and some maids walked in with their heads slightly lowered.”