Black Butler Grim Reapers Novels & Stories

"Please calm down, Miss Vanzie. You are not going to die. The reaper is not going to hurt you and-" "Eekk!" Vanzie screamed with her eyes wide open as she looked up. Her scream took Jennet by surprise and she looked up. There, hovering above them was a black hooded being. The Grim Reaper! Jennet heaved a deep breath of relief. "Ah, Miss Vanzie, don't worry you, eh?!" Her eyes widened when she saw Vanzie was already lying on the floor, losing consciousness. "Miss Vanzie!" she slapped the woman's cheeks repeatedly but the woman didn't rouse.

Her teeth looked creepy as her evil smile grew on her lips. "Are you ready to feel my attack, brother!" Exclaimed the devil showing off his black and pointy nails. Her teeth looked creepy as her evil smile grew on her lips. The grim reaper didn't answer. He opened his five fingers, whatever want they does try to do, Ardina just watching from behind a big tree. She is like watching a scene from a film actor. Instantly, the grim reaper's signature crescent moon stick was in hand to give. The energy was quite powerful when the stick appeared.

a voice spoke. Hierro’s eyes went wide and he looked in front of him. He saw a man with a wide black hat and wore a black trench coat. "Who... Grim Reaper?" he asked and looked at him suspiciously. He remembered a television drama that he watched before. The man in black grimaced. "No." he answered and looked at him. Hierro’s eyes went wide when he saw that everything stopped. "Hey." The man in black called called. Hierro looked at him.

Their veins were brittle, and their internal organs were being consumed by a cold, lightless rot that mirrored the very scythes they carried. The ground suddenly groaned as a massive obsidian platform descended from the indigo cliffs. Standing at the center was a figure who looked like a dark mirror of my husband. He was taller than the other Reapers: his skin a translucent graphite black that pulsed with a sickly grey fire. This was Malakor: the Reaper King. He held a scythe of pure compressed void that hummed with a frequency so low it made my teeth ache.

“I just wanted to live… I just wanted to be like you…” Vlad stopped in front of him. His red eyes looked like two doors to hell. Then Vlad Draven Darkmoor appeared, completely naked and his body covered in blood. His face showed no mercy. Only a cold, deadly calm. “That was your last mistake.” Blackwell began to cry from pure terror. He tried to crawl backward. The wolf that had carried him lay dead a few meters away, its throat torn open and its eyes glassy. “Please… please, sir… I just wanted to live…” the butler stammered. “They promised! They said that if I delivered the human to them, I would be one of them! Immortal! I served you for fifty-six years… fifty-six years!”

They were so rarely caught that even for the krefs these walkers were an unknown mystery. Tamir looked at the weeping woman at his feet, clutching her priceless and so ugly for him squeaking bag to her chest. And suddenly a wild mixture of pity and disgust seized the sorcerer. He remembered Eilisha's unbending gait, the words about her son, about how the child cries in her broken head. The undead speak without mind and sense, but what if Eilish was his Eilish! - just like that, she got into the walkers and sobbed at the feet of the leader of the pack, clutching their child to her chest?

What must have happened to them. Without knowing what the grudge was there was no way out of this. Alexa had to act fast. She had to find out what happened and how all this came to be. " Who are you then. Please tell me?" " I am a soul reaper. My job is collect souls and take them to the underworld." A scythe made of ice appeared in its now skeletal hand and a skeletal face imerged from under the hood making Alexa shudder. In all her life she has never met a grim reaper. It was really in front her and it was waiting for Alpha Felix's death.

I pleaded, my legs became wobbly, I prayed they wouldn’t give out. “Then why isn’t Jamie Summers on the list?” He growled. “What list?” I asked. The two guns went off, and I screamed, “No! Please don’t!” Callie started crying, the blood from the officers dripped out from a hole in their right side. They tried to scream but it looked like their mouths were sealed shut. “The list! The list holds the names of those that the reapers are sent out to collect. You must be on that list, but under which name, girl?”

I was just leaving the apartment when I spotted a man wearing all black in front of the entrance to our apartment building. The way he looked and the way I felt about him was enough for me to know he was a Grim reaper, because I didn't see any life marks on his head. I swallowed when he looked directly at me. "You have to come with me now." he said in an emotionless voice. My eyes widened and I looked around to see if there was anyone. "Why? Am I dead?" I asked in shock. maybe it's just my soul and that I was completely asleep last night?! The thought made me even more nervous.

But before she could think further, a heavy dark smoke appeared in front of her out of no where unexpectedly. This stunned her, as she glanced at the smoke and gasped. She couldn't say anything, cause she was shocked. She only saw the heavy dark smoke, forming and suddenly metamorphing into something like a dry skeleton, in a long dark robe, holding a long scythe. Anita couldn't comprehend what that was, but she was too distressed to care or freak out. " Rrrhhh." A dry breath flowed out from the smoky figure, who was a grim reaper. With it long robe and scythe, it moved closer to Anita, aiming to take away the rest of her soul...