Black Butler Reaper Novels & Stories

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.

As Kurosawa got up, Lucus raised his hand while holding his Antabulam in it. "The reaper's pride- Come forth my scythe!" He said but nothing happened. Fate looked at him with surprise. He looked at his Antabulam. "Why isn't it working?" Lucus said and Kurosava started laughing like a madman.

he murmurs. Rolling my eyes I cross my arms leaning back in my chair, “care to share with the class?” He presses his palms together and asks, “son, have you ever heard of the Reapers?” I frown, “No. What is a Reaper?” He leans over, “so when you die, the Reaper is the one who severs your bond from this world that lets you move onto the next. For us back to the Moon Goddess. They are curious beings and only those who have seen traumatic death can see them. I’m sure there is one in our pack right now, waiting for someone to die. They are nearly untraceable and hold no allegiances to anyone but their task. Sever the bond, let the soul move on.”

I know that I am trying to bait him, but he isn’t always the brightest bulb in the box. “Well, Baby we do have to keep women under control. It is the only way to achieve the goal.” With these words, I knew that I was stumbling onto something here. “All the hard work would go down the drain if he doesn’t put up a fight and lets you have a choice. The whole point of the reaping is to keep women under the thumb of men. I would never do that to you of course but we can’t let anyone know that. I could lose my place in the Chosen.” He continues his ministrations on my neck and I was trying hard to act like I was enjoying it.

Something is wrong. ‘Reaper?’ I mind-link him. A burst of black shadows emerges through the cloud, and flames follow behind. ‘Reaper! What is that? What’s happening? Please tell me you’re okay?’ Dozens of dragons emerge through the clouds, chasing Reaper. They are different colours and all breathe different elements towards him. Some breathe fire, some ice, others electric bolts. A sooty-coloured dragon emerges, spitting a black liquid toward him—drips land near my feet. The grass and flowers it touches lose their colour before turning to ash.

I answered. “Now, go to the parking behind the apartment nearest to the Han River. Get inside my car. I can automatically open it for you. Just inform me when you get there. Enter on the driver’s side. Then get the clothes under the backseat. Change there. Then call me again. Understand?” Black Dragon explained to me. Even though I hate being commanded, I have to obey him. I knew I already failed on this mission. “Got it.” I cautiously said. “Oh, and remember, keep your eyes open to men having a tattoo on their right back hand. Two swords forming an X.” he finished and I remembered the balloons’ design.

I placed my palm against the barrier, feeling its cold resistance against my skin. "I am Seraphina Blackthorne, daughter of Alpha Kieran and Luna Raven. This house is mine by blood and right. You will yield to me." For a moment, nothing happened. Then I felt a sharp pain as the barrier tested my claim, drawing a thin line of blood across my palm. Diamond snarled, not with pain but with triumph as the darkness began to dissolve, revealing the chamber beyond.

The ground beneath Rayden cracked. From within the fissure emerged another figure, a version of Rayden himself, but with black eyes, a wild aura, and a hunger for blood. His own shadow, embodying the rage, greed, and pain he had rejected all this time. Clang! Clang! Clang! They faced each other. No words, only the clash of weapons as their blades met.

He launched himself towards the window, his movements a blur. He changed his form as the glass shattered. In a black cloak that hid his ankles and a mask made of obsidian that concealed his entire face, he was just as the legends had described. It was the Silent Reaper. Raphael swung into action, but he was quicker, which was a shock. He was not a man but a creature of death. One that could not be caught or escaped from. Despite the chaos and attempts to stop him, he deftly escaped, disappearing into the night. Raphael looked down from the window, his crimson eyes glowing like rubies in the sunlight.

She saw his face, and it was like looking at a ghost. That man was an older version of Castor. The father who tried to murder his own son by torturing him to death. The father who whispered poisonous words of treason and betrayal in his alpha’s ear until a good man rescinded the oath he’d made and handed Castor over to his beta. Alexander. He could be no other. Prairie Rose surged forward, walking unsteadily, wavering a little and swaying, but she propelled herself in the right direction. A scream tore out of her throat when she saw the silver flash of a blade pulled from Alexander’s boot. “Agnar!”