Black Butler Reaper Novels & Stories

Reaper's the big black guy isn't he? Clara smiled. "You guessed it. Doesn't surprise you, does it? Reaper got brought over about eight years ago. He was in special forces in the army, but one of those sub-organizations that doesn't technically or legally exist. He's the best sniper that I've ever seen, and he's scary and dangerous. He's a real bonus to Shane, and he's the loyal sort. Get on his good side, and you've got a very lethal friend for life. Cross him --" "I think I get the idea," Shamira said.

Ayira to become a reaper or not I scrunched my mouth and wiggled my cheeks against the hard surface under my face. I blinked my eyes and looked up and my mouth dropped open. I lifted my head and looked down at Grim. God he was beautiful. His black eyelashes were fanned across his high cheekbones. I squinted my eyes. Reapers don't sleep, I remembered. I looked down at his bare chest and swallowed seeing his ink work. Hot damn, he's covered with beautifully done tattoos. I used my index finger to trace one and hear the deep rumble of his laughter building up. I chuckled softly and looked up at his green eyes glowing brightly at me.

Taken couldn't stand to be near normal people without killing them, so if one of us was safe, we all were. He was dressed in dark grey, with leather boots and a matching utility belt that hung at his waist. A gun sat at each hip, separated by a flashlight and a short sheathed knife. I looked up at his face and cringed. His skin was the tannest I'd ever seen, his blue eyes sharp and cold. He had a half sun tattooed on the side of his face, stretching from his right temple down to the tip of his jaw. "Where are you headed?"

They were wearing the dark denim cuts of the Kings. "Well, well, well." The driver sneered, pulling a steel pipe from the bed of the truck. He was a massive, scarred enforcer I recognized from a border skirmish last year. "Look what the rain washed up. Heard a rumor the Reapers' fearless leader got his ink blacked out tonight. Looks like the rumor was true." I didn't say a word. I slowly pushed myself up to my feet, spitting a mouthful of blood and rainwater. Every muscle in my body protested, begging me to stay down.

The scout reeled back—and blew a horn cut short, like a question swallowed. Answers arrived. Standards lifted from the haze at all points of the compass: Dominion black, stitched with the sigil of the heart rendered as an eye. At their center rode a figure in pale ash robes, hood thrown back to reveal hair like frost and eyes like a kindness that remembered knives. Serane. Zevran’s breath left him once, not fear but recognition borne like a debt. He met Kaelira’s gaze. No orders. No foolish promises. The bond steadied, and with it, her.

Their conversations halted, laughter died, and glasses that had once clinked in celebration were now held in frozen grips. Every eye was on us. Or rather—on him. |||Oh fuck! It's him.|| |||Right! Theron Blackmoor. The Prominent Blackmoor family’s only male heir.||| |||Wait! Do you mean the heir to the mighty Phantom Core International? The same one who seldom came out to the public except for rare cases?||| |||Right! He is the one. One time I got to see his picture via Elira’s Livestream of her family pictures. I've been obsessively in love with him since then, can't believe I get to see him in real life today.|||

Nothing they owned. The drawing room felt like a tomb that evening—heavy velvet curtains drawn against the winter dusk, the air thick with the scent of lilies from the funeral wreaths that still hadn’t been cleared away. Everyone was dressed in black: staff lined up along the walls, Owen’s parents perched stiffly on the antique settee, Silea beside them with her hands folded demurely in her lap. Owen stood behind me, one hand resting on my shoulder in a show of support that made my skin crawl.

He didn’t say the name with love, that’s for sure. “I am.” Hunter nodded hesitantly. “How is Collin a reaper? What are reapers exactly?” Callie asked. “Reapers are kind of like special agents. Trained to deal with combat and other things. Reapers are normally sent out in groups to bring in the people on the list.” “They abduct people?” Callie’s eyebrow shifted up. “Kind of.” He nodded. “What do they do to the people they capture?” I asked hesitantly. “I don’t know.” Hunter replied, “Reapers are required to work on orders, no questions asked.”

I shivered and it was the first time, I wondered if I was going to go on with this arrangement. I looked at Princess Lyra, she was shaking as well, and her face looked displeased. I looked at her wrist and saw a faint line there. I gasped, it was the same line that had appeared on my wrist last night. I hated it because I knew what that meant. " Go ahead" he stretched out a knife and handed it to me. I took it and cut myself, the blood on my palm was visible and I had to hold my hands still so the blood drops into the sacred bowl.

Bruises still darkened his jaw and knuckles from whatever hell he had walked through with Elias. His black shirt was rumpled, sleeves rolled up to reveal the corded muscles of his forearms, and his hair was disheveled in a way that made him look both devastatingly handsome and dangerously unhinged. The Reaper was barely leashed. He hadn’t said much since handing over the vial. Just held me like I might vanish if he let go. But I could feel the weight of Elias’s words crushing him. *Kill her. Prove your loyalty. Purify the bloodline.*