Black Butler Reapers Novels & Stories

Brand had forgotten what it felt like – the all-consuming need for the blood of his enemies to be spilled on the ground at his feet. Brand shook his head another scream was silenced as he ripped out another throat. The blood dripped from his long snout as he took a breath and looked around him. Leather-clad warriors lay around him, some with eyes open staring at the sky as if looking for the Valkyries coming to take them to Valhalla. Brand snorted. Good luck. He couldn't believe the gods would want any of these followers of a deranged leader in their feasting halls.

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.

"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.

"But I remember the feeling of your hand in mine. And I would rather die in this life than live in one where I don't know your name." ​"Then you will die together!" Silas roared. ​He waved his hand, and the stained-glass windows of the Great Hall shattered. From the darkness outside, a thousand black-winged Reapers poured in, their mechanical stingers humming with the frequency of death. ​"Back to back?" I asked, stepping up to Julian’s side, my Scythe humming in sync with his sword. ​Julian looked at me, a wolfish, familiar smile touching his lips. The silver marks on his face were fully active now, glowing with a brilliance that blinded the front row of nobles.

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.

The bodies of the two attackers did not feel like ordinary flesh but more akin to puppets. "Who are you people?" Chase roared, his voice filled with fury. The black-clad man coughed blood, a grim smile on his lips. "Who are we? Haha... We're reapers. Everything on you... is ours now!" As he spoke, the man slammed a hand over the wound on his chest. A thumb-sized green talisman materialized, emitting a sharp, piercing hum.

The bone man followed my lead, exploring the world through my eyes. He looked at the lines on my hands, the swell of my breasts and legs. The sinews and tendons fascinated him. We walked barefoot together. He tasted the air with my lips. I've missed my heart, you know. His bones rattled, aching for life. The black shroud wrapped round us, and he formed himself from the wind. Will you dance with me? said the Reaper. “What are you?” I asked. Your companion. He looked at my hands, now his. They were bare bones. Maiden, you will never be rid of me.

She stirred but didn’t wake. I went into the garage and pressed the hidden switch near the wall, and a section of the floor slid aside, revealing the stairwell to the hideout below. My old colors were there, a black leather jacket with the reaper’s emblem stitched on the back, and I pulled them on piece by piece with the boots, the gloves and the cut. The man staring back at me in the mirror wasn’t the man Serena kissed goodnight; he was the Reaper of the Hellfangs MC, and tonight, he had work to do.