Black Butler Reaper Novels & Stories

He was silhouetted against the gray light from outside, a dark, hulking shape of pure violence. He held an assault rifle in one hand, but he didn't look like a soldier. He looked like a reaper. "Get away from her," a voice growled from the smoke. It was a voice that made the shadows tremble. Julian.

Her leather jacket was gone, leaving her in her red tank top, the fabric torn at the shoulder, and her auburn hair hung in her face, the silver streaks catching the torchlight. Zane Blackthorn sat on his throne, his lean frame coiled with menace, his amber eyes glinting like a predator’s in the dim light. His shaved head gleamed, the claw-mark tattoos snaking up his arms a stark contrast to his pale skin, and he wore a sleeveless black tunic, the fabric stained with blood. His fingers drummed a slow rhythm on the armrest, each tap echoing like a heartbeat in the cavern’s stillness. Around him, his pack lingered, their eyes averted, their postures tense, but Rhea stood at his side, her cruel

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."

She had rejected him and broken their bond, but that did not mean that true love was not written in their future. With determination burning in his eyes, Hunter turned away from the fading image of Lin and focused on the looming figure of The Reaper. The sinister entity, still lingering in the shadows, observed Hunter's internal struggle with a twisted satisfaction. “You’re alone now, Hunter Blackwood. No mate, no bond, no one to watch your back,” The Reaper taunted, his voice echoing through the desolate space. Hunter gritted his teeth, pushing aside the pain that threatened to consume him. “You think breaking our bond is the end of me? You're wrong. I’ll face whatever you throw at me, and

The street lamps began to crumble just like they had done the day of the accident, the earth crumbling as the ground quaked. “Seems you could use a little help, little vamparina.” A masculine voice resonated in the air. Vamparina? There he stood, along with my parents, his eyes red, his black dreadlocks running down along his face, his muscles big, merging perfectly with his physique, his perfectly chiseled jawline with a black cloak on. “Blood!” They groaned. “Back to the underworld.” He said as he raised his hands. The air stood still, flame engulfing the creatures in a minute. Groans filled the air as they began to disintegrate into soot, flowing along with the wind.

What they face was not the weak and helpless ant-like cultivator as they had expected but the wrath of the grim reaper in a black butler tuxedo wielding a rapier. “Sir, I’m afraid you’re in the wrong and at the wrong time. Might I suggest you evacuate out of here at once? Otherwise, I’ll need to forcefully remove you from this world.” The butler in the black tuxedo said toward the invaders in a British accent. The invaders look at each other before some of them rush at the Butler and get turned into thousands of slices of meat cubes as they fall to the ground that was littered with their blood, innards, and organs.

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.

He lowers himself and whispers something in Octavius's ear. As their somewhat silent discussion continues, the darker man growls like a beast and straightens his posture. The two elites' eyes resemble the colour of blood- the men fed hours ago, making themselves dangerous to be around. "So, this is the fucker?" The darker man snarls as he points a finger at me. I'm not sure what I've done, at least to him, but at this point, anyone can cut the tension in my office using a dull knife.

I slowly look at him, my neck cracking as I try to piece together what he just said. "Her sister goes to work?" I ask frowning at him. Reaper shrugs sympathetically before nodding at my question. "Austin, I mean, Blakely is a girl. She just wears boys clothes so that she can get the job as a valet at Raeger's club. I guess it is becsuse the pay is good," he explains. I see something move in reaper's eyes, that is the same expression I had when I had found London in the hospital bed that night, the only exception being that she wasn't broken and carrying on baggage with her.

Black Ace" Oh thank you daddy. Boss " You're welcome. Once you're done, hurry up and get back to base. Black Ace" Sure thing. Is Dave there? Boss " No, he went home. Black Ace" Awwwn!..(sighs) Okay, I'll be back in a jiffy. (ends call) After ending the call, Elizabeth plugs her ears with ear pods and strolls excitedly as she heads towards the rendezvous point with a strong desire to kill. Next Episode ➡ Crazy killer dame