Black Butler Grim Reapers Novels & Stories

Not the clumsy snap of a human, but the deliberate, heavy crunch of something that weighed four hundred pounds and knew exactly where every leaf lay. A shadow detached itself from the trees. He wasn’t in his wolf form, but he might as well have been. Silas, the Alpha of the Northern Pack. Roman’s oldest rival and the only man who had ever looked at my blueprints with more interest than my face. He was dressed in a black tactical turtleneck, looking more like a mercenary than a high-society wolf. His eyes weren't blue like Roman's; they were a dark, molten amber that seemed to track the very rhythm of my failing heart.

"And we see what they want." The two of them moved forward, sticking to the trees and keeping their distance from the group of rebels. As they neared a clearing, Lia spotted them—a group of wolves, their faces weathered and scarred, their eyes sharp with suspicion. They weren’t purebloods. They were Greykin, like her. One of them stepped forward, a woman with silver hair and a black cloak that blended seamlessly into the shadows. Her eyes, like Cassian’s, glowed with a fierce intensity, and she immediately assessed them, her gaze flicking from Lia to Cassian.

In the quiet of the boy’s home, Xareth performed a ritual, his body writhing with demonic energy, muttering incantations in a tongue that hurt to hear. A cold wind swept through the room. I saw it. The boy’s soul. It floated gently from his body, confused, trembling, until the shadows pulled it from the room. “What’s happening?” I asked, horror gripping me. Zevarion’s voice was grim. “He’s taking the boy’s body.” I watched as Xareth stepped through the doorway, walked up to the boy’s limp form, and entered it. Slipped inside like a serpent into a hollow shell. A moment later, the grim reaper appeared, faceless, cloaked in black, and silently took the boy’s soul away.

Brand had forgotten what it felt like – the all-consuming need for the blood of his enemies to be spilled on the ground at his feet. Brand shook his head another scream was silenced as he ripped out another throat. The blood dripped from his long snout as he took a breath and looked around him. Leather-clad warriors lay around him, some with eyes open staring at the sky as if looking for the Valkyries coming to take them to Valhalla. Brand snorted. Good luck. He couldn't believe the gods would want any of these followers of a deranged leader in their feasting halls.

A young werewolf came suddenly appeared with a goblet of what I figured was wine. “Tonight”, Alpha Regan continued, taking the goblet from the young wolf. “We drink to our fallen. May they live on in our hearts”, he said lifting the goblet to the sky before bringing it to his lips to take a big gulp, then pouring the rest into the fire. A cup was suddenly pushed into my hands and alongside the rest of the pack, i mimicked his actions. After the toast to the dead, he took what looked like a plate of charcoal in his hands and dipped four of his fingers into it.

When she walked into the room ahead of her, Jo noticed Eliza was dressed all in black leather, as if she, too, were preparing for a hunt. She continued, “Do you think a Vampire Hunter in her right mind would show up to a meeting like this?” Lucas shrugged. “I guess you have a point.” But then, turning back to Jo, he asked, “You’re not afraid of us, are you? You do trust us, don’t you?”

Our youngest, little Dante — named after the inferno we had walked through — toddled between us, oblivious to the stakes but sensing the tension. This was the night the compulsion was supposed to activate. The night The Eclipse had promised our children would turn on us and walk willingly into their shadow empire. We had come to end it where it began. Damien stood at my side, the Reaper in full armor — black tactical gear, guns holstered, knives ready. His hand never left the small of my back, possessive even now. “If they come, we finish this,” he said, voice low and lethal. “No mercy.”

Silas watched me and then followed me curiously. "So you're really a grim reaper?" He asked with interest. "Oh yeah!" I told him and looked at him. "I got kicked out though and stole these from a reaper," I pointed to the glasses. "Without these all reapers can't see." He looked at them with interest. "Really?" He asked and then laughed. "So like Black Butler?" "Yeah," I told him and looked at him. "Very much like Black Butler, except we actually have scythes and blades instead of lawn mowers and other outside equipment for a lawn." He laughed and then smiled hugely.