Black Butler Reaper Novels & Stories

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."

He looked like he was about to say something, but he was cut off when he started coughing violently. He spat out a mouthful of blackened blood. It made for a gruesome sight against the white carpet. Felix stared at the blood in disbelief before he jerked his head up to look at me. "Why?" I set my wine glass down and looked down at him from the tip of my nose. "I'm just fulfilling my responsibility as a mother." Felix's eyes widened when he finally registered my words. The wolfsbane worked quickly, especially since Felix had been caught completely off-guard. It didn't take long before he crumpled to the ground.

And it's horrible. My veins turn black. Visible through my skin. Like ink spreading through water. My eyes shift. I can see it in Kai's horrified expression. They're changing color. Going darker. Going wrong. "Aurora." His voice is tight. Concerned. "Your eyes. They're..." "Black." The Reaper finishes. "Like mine. Like death itself. It's normal. It's necessary. She's becoming death's vessel. Death's weapon. She has to look the part."

"They think we're just another High Council boundary patrol coming to purge their outposts." "Then let's go introduce ourselves," I said softly, my voice carrying that low, double-layered Sovereign resonance that caused the frost on the stone battlements to fracture into spiderweb patterns. We moved to the heavy iron descent cage—a massive, open-air lift suspended by ancient steel cables embedded deep within the mountain's core. Fifty chosen Blackwood Reapers, clad in winterized tactical armor and bearing heavy silver shields, loaded into the secondary cages on our flanks. The mechanical winch groaned violently, the ancient gears grinding against ice as the heavy floor gave way, dropping us

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.

The reflection rippled like liquid, and for an instant she felt warmth — the living kind, sun-on-skin warmth. Then the image shattered. A piece of glass sliced her palm. The wound glowed faintly instead of bleeding. Behind her, a whisper stirred. “Curious little ghost.” Avery turned sharply. Another reaper stood at the edge of the grove, taller than the others she’d seen, his presence heavier, his armor black as the void between stars. His eyes burned silver — not unlike Kael’s, but colder. “Who are you?” Avery demanded. He smiled thinly. “Once, they called me Oren. Now, I am what remains when the Council forgets its own dead.”

Beaten to a pulp, what more could Tyr do? “Hehe!” Tyr, who was just lying on the ground, suddenly stood up. Black Reaper stood the closest to him, and before he could react, Tyr had already grabbed the Ormr Dagger. Splat. One swipe at the throat was all it took to down Black Reaper, an extremely powerful fighter. Immediately, he collapsed in a pool of blood. Everyone, including Kirin, was shocked. “Tyr Summers! How can you still move? Aren't you afraid that your girlfriend…”

"Wow, who would have thought this was what had been in stock for us all this while? He's all yours Gin, I'm pretty sure your feeble hands might be able to take him down" A different voice sounded from behind and I turned to see another one of them, emerging from the woods. "Where is Nyx?" Narek, I mean the grotesque-looking creature in Narek's body demanded but the newest addition totally ignored him. This seemed to rile Narek up as he conjured a black, ethereal fire that burns with an unnatural intensity. This fire could consume and corrupt whatever it touches. Within warning he sent it in the way of the Sorcerer who was a total snob but he was smart and quick to move out of the way.

The players eyes widened in terror, as the three figures emerged from the shadows. Medusa stood tall, her hair writhing like snakes, each strand tipped with venomous fangs. Her eyes glowed like embers, piercing through the darkness. A stone-like mask covered her face, except for her full, crimson lips, curved into a wicked smile. The Reaper loomed beside her, his presence like a shadow cast over the land. His eyes were empty sockets, his skin gray and decaying. A black hood covered his face, and his tattered cloak billowed behind him. His blood streaked soulcutter was held firmly to his chest as though passing a silent warning.

I took a deep breath as his gaze sent chills down my spine, forcing myself not to meet his eyes with my own. I had to remind myself who he really was. He was the Reaper, the man who killed his whole family, the man who could kill with his bare hands. I had to remember that, I couldn’t let myself see him as handsome…even if I couldn’t deny that he certainly was. I pulled out a chair on my end of the table, as far away from Kael as possible. Before I could sit, I heard a low growl coming from Kael, making me snap my eyes back to his face.