Black Butler Grim Reapers Novels & Stories

"What they have looks similar to the Nefarious Spirits from your sect." "That's nothing to it. A zombie scout found out that a low-level technique like Blackness was enough to scare them out of their minds. There's nothing for us to be worried about," Tack said. Tack projected an image of his Nefarious Spirit after arriving. It was an ancient divine general known as the Grim Reaper. He planned to use it for defense. However, it attracted a group of zombies, for some reason. They were initially nonchalant about it. It was because the zombies became pieces of corpses after they exploded from the various techniques used by Tack and the others.

Abu was one of the great grim reapers, in fact the head if the grim reaper's empire, who collects the souls of the deaths, a male who has long white hair, full white eyes that you couldn’t even tell where he was staring at; he always wore a bright large black cloak, has a long scythe with blue flames around it, and most of all a huge black yet stunning wings, sometimes you found it creepy but his wings were unique compared to what we commonly imagine, it’s maybe dark and scary but some of them found it beautiful, lastly, there were always some black butterflies flying around him, they were the souls who were punished because of their sin that cannot be forgiven, and as punishment, they were

Lucas was like a woman under the visit of his great aunt. (a/n: for those who don't know, great aunt was a slang to some novels = monthly period) Lucas stayed. He was probably acting to leave earlier. "Second, look out for grim reapers." Wha..there is really grim reapers! But how can I look out for them? "What do they look like?" "They looked like businessmen. Black suit, black tie, black shoes. In short, they are fond of the color black. What a weird thing is, all of them are holding a black umbrella."

I ate and listened to him. "Within the Death Ministry, only Grim can enter. There are only two types of grim that are the Council and the Reapers. The Grim Council are the ones who bring death notes from superiors to be sent to Grim Reapers like me, where we have to fetch the soul of the person written there. When we do not get them at the right time and place, they can escape and just add to the missing souls. In 40 days we should reap them otherwise they will be like the lost soul you saw yesterday. Dark and evil. " I nodded as a sign that I understood him.

“Thanatos, Death incarnate. One of many demons who walk the Earth searching for souls to collect. Otherwise known as The Grim Reaper. There are many who fill this role but none so well-suited as the son of Azrael.” “The son of Azrael?” Ru repeated. Of course, the words “Grim Reaper” had also stood out to her. Living in a town named Reaper’s Hollow, they were all well aware of the legend of the man with the black cloak and the scythe, but Thanatos looked nothing like the bony depictions she’d seen in every other picture of The Grim Reaper she’d ever seen.

"The high table doesn't hand out elite battalions because your father signed a treaty, Chika Whitmore," Ronan Blackwell rasped, his eyes turning a dangerous shade of charcoal as he gripped his bone-handled knife. "Elder Solomon Reed is looking for an executioner who can paint the streets red, not an over-privileged prince."

She tried to fly but it didn't work, her feet did not even lift a bit. She kept on walking until she arrived at the ladder of Jacob, it is a long ladder that connects the heavenly kingdom and Underworld. She aimlessly walked backward. "Which way is my garden?" she asked herself because she is completely lost. Suddenly, she felt a hard object blocking her back. She turned around and found a mysterious guy with a blank face. She thought that, maybe, it is what they call a Grim reaper or the underworld's pet that is responsible for ferrying the souls of mortals to where they belong. The guy is wearing long black clothes and holds a sickle in his hand. His eyes speak nothing but a dull and empt

However, despite minutes of uninterrupted lighting and thunderstorms, no response has been received. Until... Two black shadows appeared out of nowhere in front of the enraged man with bulging veins and scarlet cheeks. "Tell me, you... Reaper of Souls, who is to blame for her death?" "I am. I ordered my men to take her life," The shadows turned into a man in black jackets, one of whom walked forward and bowed as he answered. "Give me a good reason why you did that?" The enraged man demanded. "God, I'm doing what you told all of us to do previously," The reaper said.

“Old Yates, Orpheus is far from fearsome. What is nightmarish is Dark Shura. You may have sniffed out Black General, but Dark Shura can simply cultivate another one of him. “Therefore, never underestimate an enemy, especially if it's Dark Shura, who was once the Shadow Totem’s number one grim reaper.” “I got it, Boss.” Juan Yates strode toward Black General, tugged roughly at a handful of his hair, and asked coldly, “Where is Dark Shura? Speak up, and I’ll leave your body intact.” “Ptooey…” The general did not hesitate to spit at Juan, but the latter easily dodged it.

he whispered, looking down at the Butcher's hands that held a huge brown coffin. Then watched as the figure disappeared like it was never there. *AUTHOR'S NOTE: So Bleach has made another appearance (＠_＠;). Duke Constantine's butler isn't human too sooooo…. Get used to it because nobody in this book is human nor can they be trusted lol (ノ｀Д´)ノ彡┻━┻. Anyways, what do you think the butler was doing there? Was he doing it on his own or is there something strange going on here?