Black Butler Reapers Novels & Stories

“I only knew it never died on me when I opened my eyes in the dream realm.” He nodded once, the movement slow and deliberate, like a verdict forming in the quiet. “Then prove it belongs where you say it does.” And without warning, the first Reaper struck. His weapon wasn’t forged—it was summoned, pulled from the void like judgment shaped into form. A black blade, jagged and humming with curses older than memory, appeared in his hand, and he came for me—not to kill, but to test, to see if I was what I claimed to be.

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."

Blake tightened his arm around my waist, holding me upright as the two of us looked at the map. A dark forest appeared, none of the trees had leaves on their branches, and one could tell that they had been dead for a while. An owl flew in the dark night before landing on top of what looked like a reaper’s scythe. The reaper had no face but the words ‘answer the question with all honesty or die,’ repeated itself in the air before the owl flew once again. I looked at Blake for a second before he nodded, assuring me that he was there for me. I knew that he was also scared of what he was seeing. This was not something that we were used to and the amount of magic could be felt within or veins.

/ 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.

The clouds opened and white angels flew down from the opened sky. Thousands of thousands of white angels flew down and they all assembled themselves in mid air and bowed down before Sela. "Great god of Tranquip, son of the great gods of tranquility and peace we are at your service." they all chorused which echoed through out the entire earth deafening various eardrums of nearby people. lucifer laughed hard and stretched out his hands and a black staff appeared in it. He stamped the staff on the ground and the ground opened into two with different skeletal hands making way out of it.

And right in the middle of it all—he waited. Jax. They called him Reaper—because death followed him like a shadow, a silent, inevitable companion. The kind of man who could kill with a glance and leave no trace but silence and a cold void where a life once was. The instant his eyes, obsidian chips of ice, sliced through the noise and landed on me, the world shrank to that frozen moment. My breath caught, a jagged shard in my throat. I knew—without a doubt—that I was standing in the eye of a storm, and I was the fragile thing about to be torn apart.

"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.

Knietic said. “Up there,” Plymoth pointed to the sky, noticing a menacing figure up above. The group were all stunned to see that the attacker was not an average reaper but a familiar hybrids that stood in their way. “Slaughterhouse?,” stronghold cringed. Now implanted with the same reapers technology that possessed Carrie, slaughterhouse hovered with an emotionless scowl on her face. Her eyes burning with energies ready to strike again. “Damn this day keeps getting worse steam Dragon complained Slaughterhouse’s new reapers from shook the spines of her allies and the rest of the team she cracked her knuckles in each hand.

he hissed, turning toward the presence. The shadow stepped forward. Pale skin like porcelain, eyes blacker than night itself, and a presence that made the air feel too heavy to breathe. “I am what waits at the end of your kind,” the figure said, voice deep and hollow. “You were given years you did not deserve, Clark.” “What the f*ck are you talking about?!” Clark spat, backing away. “Get out of here—this is none of your business!” The Reaper tilted his head. “You stole her breath. Now, I take yours.”

Chapter 41: The Third Eye ​The sky didn't just darken; it screamed. ​The sound of a thousand metallic wings vibrated through the humid air of Life Zero. The Reapers—sleek, black drones shaped like mechanical wasps—descended in a suffocating cloud. Their red optical sensors flickered like a swarm of angry stars, locking onto the silver heat radiating from Julian’s skin. ​"Stay behind me!" Julian roared. ​He slammed his fists together, and a massive dome of silver light erupted, a shield so bright it carved the shadows out of the jungle. But the Reapers didn't crash into it. They hovered, their mechanical stingers extending, pulsing with a disruptive blue frequency.