Black Butler Grim Reapers Novels & Stories

“We can’t bring death into the waking world… it upsets the balance.” He let out a dry, humorless chuckle before shaking his head. “That’s probably why they noticed my presence so quickly. My appearance alone must have set off alarms.” He leaned back against the booth, fingers drumming against the plastic bottle, his thoughts seemingly tangled. “He must have recognized me from the faction under Lilith. Grim reapers don’t just collect human souls; they also deliver demons back to where they belong. I forgot about him… I should have known better.”

Reaper Swithin said, blowing his nose and taking in the air. "AAHHHHH! This Moroi blood!" Reaper Swithun Johnson is the guardian of Strigoi Grave Risen Coven. He has ginger hair and blue eyes and always wears a black dress coat with silver buttons. He is tall and lean, with a sharp jawline and a piercing gaze that can make even the bravest of souls tremble. Reaper Swithun is known for his unwavering loyalty to the coven and his fierce protection of its members. After Ace, Reaper is second in command in the coven.

I had a brief vision that was blurred and completely incoherent. "I'm fucked, aren't I, I can't become a reaper and will die in my eighties, huh," I mumbled sadly with a slight buzz. I had drained two full glasses and I was sad drunk. I plopped next to Grim and a tear fell down my cheek. He looked at me and wiped it away. "Don't weep, I haven't exhausted all my tricks yet, besides some half reapers are immortal," he smirks. I leaned back into the couch cushions and passed out from my drunkenness.

Sitting on what seems to be his throne, radiating terror and fear. Donned with a black jacket and and a black shirt underneath, with matching black pants, he looked like the Grim Reaper, which can't be denied with how tarnished his hands were. Crossing his gloved hands, take note in leather, he stared at the door in front of him, like a hawk waiting for his prey.

Ethan frowned. “What do you mean?” Lucian pointed behind him. Ethan slowly turned. His heart nearly stopped. Because at the far end of the street… Another Reaper had appeared. Then another. Then a third. Three more dark figures stepped out of the shadows. Their black eyes fixed on Ethan. Lucian sighed again. “Oh.” He folded his arms. “Now that…” His golden eyes glowed. “…is a problem.”

He has a solid jawline, clean-shaven face, thinner cheeks with just the right amount of plumpness, dimples that would take any normal woman’s breath away, beautiful bright brown eyes with flecks of gold, a tall leanly-muscled build, and short dark brown hair that is always neatly combed to one side, but tufts at the top in a cute way. I give him a polite nod that contradicts the rude way that I shove past him to step inside. I wordlessly pass him the name and photo of my target that came with the job posting, fixing him with an intense emerald-green gaze. He already knows the drill and I’m not one for pleasantries or small talk. He gives a low chuckle at my straight-to-business attitude, “al

The total would be 70 billion dollars to pay all of them 10 billion. James was reluctant to take out so much money at once. The Transgenerational Group needed the money to operate right now. “Black Dragon, are you playing with us?” The seventh-ranked Grim Reaper was infuriated. Grim Reaper, was male and about 40 years old. He had a square face, thick eyebrows, and big eyes. His overall appearance looked like a brute. He pulled out his gun and pointed it at James. Then, he threatened coldly, “I’m not going to let you off if you don’t give me the ten billion dollars today.”

He's practically the devil,' I said to myself, knowing that I was trapped there forever. 'Goddess, what kind of life is this that you've planned for me?' I pleaded with her. The skies outside started to darken and thunder rumbled in the distance. It wasn't coincidental, it was symbolic. "How ironic. Thunder, lighting and heavy rainfall rolls right about when the Night Reaper loses his temper and attacks one of his own men. He has never and will never know what it means to be human. Cassian Grant is nothing else but the Night Reaper. A ruthless and murderous Alpha who lost his humanity ages ago."

a voice commanded from the doorway, deep and authoritative, slicing through the tension like a blade. I whipped my head toward the sound, my breath catching as I saw him—Lucian Moretti, the Reaper, standing there, his broad shoulders filling the frame. His jet-black hair caught the light, his gray eyes piercing through me with a mix of betrayal and something darker, something I couldn’t name. He wore a tailored black suit, the fabric hugging his muscular frame, exuding the arrogance of a man who owned the world—and everyone in it.

His shadow crept over me and I shut my eyes. "Don't be nice to me," I rasped. "Be evil. Give me a reason strong enough to keep hating you." I felt his hands caressing my face. He tucked a stray of my hair behind my ears and raised my chin up. I kept my eyes shut. A tiny voice in my head was screaming at me. No. Don't look at him. Don't look into those crimson red eyes. He's a devil. He'll burn your soul. Remember what he's done. He's the Grim reaper. He stole the lives of your family as well as countless innocent lives.