Black Butler Reaper Novels & Stories

came the answer. Duncan went back to Burn who he found patiently waiting for him. He swung himself into the saddle and from that high up he could see the Reiver Alpha talking to a soldier. He watched as the soldier put out his hand to shake the Alpha’s but the Alpha just looked at the human’s hand with disgust as he turned on his heel and stalked back to his car flanked by his Beta. “What was that?” asked Fael. “Not sure, I’m sure we’ll find out soon enough.”

As he grinned, his white, utterly hairless face stretched like rubber. As one skeletal guard closed the door, another readied the chair at the end of the table. The pale man sat. He did not remove his hat. As Mother wiped her face with her napkin, Father cleared his throat. “Welcome, Mr. Cillian. I am Benjamin Blackwood. This is my wife Elizabeth—” He paused, for the skeletal creatures were marching over to stand behind his and Mother’s chairs. “Do continue,” said Mr. Cillian. His voice was excessively nasal. “Don’t mind the Reapers. They’re friendly, that’s all.”

He signaled for him to come over. Upon hearing that, Nina halted her movements. Her hand had frozen mid-wipe. "Isn't Calvin supposed to be the heir to Prosperous Group? Why is the heir turned into someone who goes by the last name Smith?" It was many people's first time seeing him, but they could tell that the future heir to Prosperous Group had an undeniable, commanding presence. Callum's youthful appearance belied the maturity and authority in his demeanor. I turned a deaf ear to Nina and looked around the room, noting that Calvin was still nowhere to be seen. It seemed like the show was about to kick off.

He dangled ninety stories above the street. "Hold on!" I screamed. The Reaper recovered. He pulled a knife. He lunged at me. I rolled onto my back. I caught his wrist. He was strong. Genetically enhanced. He pushed the knife toward my throat. I looked into his masked face. I saw zero emotion. "Die," he whispered. Suddenly a black shadow fell over us. Kael had fought through the paralysis. He lunged. His jaws clamped around the Reaper’s head. There was a sickening crunch.

the reaper hinted while tapping its forehead. “Makes a good point though,” Eric said “What are we suppose to call this thing?,” “Daddy dearest over here never did “designed” are name for me,” The reaper harnessed the spirit of a gorilla to expand its muscular frame, conjured a rotating machine gun with six barrels made of iconic light around its right arms, coding its left arm with ruby quarts as the hand glow purple. Around its feet was while telekinetic energy with a green and pink dragon construct rotating around the android body.

He blurred away like a simple illusion and all in a second a pale skinned, tailed person pounced. The tailed white haired butler jumped upon 008, his long elegant claws digging into her chest and without even effort ripping her apart. The shadow dispersed into nothingness the moment she was ripped apart and all that dropped was a silver-gray orb. 019 felt cold. So cold, if there was a face on him perhaps they would have conveyed the emotions that danced inside of his body, perhaps they would speak of the hatred that began to burn as he looked up at the white haired butler that had already pounced.

Elara’s POV “It might be a bright idea for you to step out of the shadows,” I said calmly. A few seconds passed before a man materialized inside the room. His face was covered with a mask. He lifted his arm and showed me a tattoo etched into the back of his palm. “Reaper. I have come to take your life,” he growled. The Reapers. One of the greatest assassin guilds in the country. “Do you have any idea where you are? This is Caelthorn territory.”

/ He laughed loudly, swinging his bat and hitting brittle objects in the fancy hotel. He is a Death Angel, his name is Draven Black. A modern-day grim reaper, wearing not a cape but a black emo suit with a pair of black wings to fly. He does not have a scythe, he has a bat for beating humans. His look is completed by black hair and an upside-down cross hung in his left ear.

In fact, extended stays on the surface world is fatal to us. At the Helm, I’m joined by the three other reapers I saw at the abandoned airport on my first day. They’re all, just like me, controlled by Septimus with his variously styled gothic rings: talon, jester, and scorpion. Respectively they are Kera, the evil Valkyrie, Ankou, the creepy clown, and Yama Ranger, the four-armed and blue-skinned cowboy. Collectively they call themselves the Bureau of Transmigration. Not that they tell me things or they’re ever in a talkative mood. In fact, with the exception of Septimus and Ankou, the reapers are taciturn to the point of seeming mute. Ankou isn’t much of an improvement either with his posh