Black Butler Reapers Novels & Stories

Nothing face but common clotihing and materials so far. The dark blue vest and black pants were something he made during his second reincarnation. No matter what, Reap was told to always put some away for rewards to retrieve. The smooth texture of the Black Abyss Bat wings, made it possible to sleep in any type of terrain without a problem. Reap System: This place is odd. Several locations match other realms we have been to. But a lot of time has passed however in those locations. You need to travel further out so I can add more samples to figure things out.

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.

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.

And I could hear the question brewing in his silence. Who is she? Because this wasn’t Malcom Reece’s pampered doll. This wasn’t the pretty little thing trotted out at parties. This wasn’t a princess. This was something he hadn’t seen before. And Anatoly didn't like surprises. Meanwhile, I thrived in them. Her hands were slick with blood now. It was everywhere. Her hair stuck to her face, plastered in gore. One of her eyes was swelling shut, but she kept moving. No fear.

Everyone knew that all the wolves of the Blackrock pack had type-AB blood, making it impossible for a pup with type-O blood to exist in the pack. Faith stopped crying and exclaimed, "There must be a mistake. Please let me explain, Felix!" "You wretch! How dare you toy with me?" Felix transformed into a wolf and aimed a powerful kick squarely at Faith's chest. I nearly couldn't stop myself from smiling as I looked at Faith's pathetic state. After all, I hated her as much as I hated Felix. I had already planned to make Felix pay for betraying me and for causing Ryan's death. It only made sense that I would also take revenge on Faith since she had been responsible for exiling me from the pack.

Dad grabbed the nurse, throwing her out of the room alongside himself. "Well-done, Emily, you have accomplished your mission." A sinister scent emerged, a wicked laugh echoing across the room. The once blue sky was now a mixture of black and white with the moon reflecting its radiant image. Wails filled the air as a ray of light fell from the sky, hitting a mountain on the other side of town. I groaned, wincing as my hand was scorched by the flaming book. The pages settled, words in red appearing on the pages. "Strigoi, Nosferatu, Jiangshi…"

I looked between his eyes, watching the black flicker to brown in and out until his beast won, the black consuming the orbs entirely, leaving no white. “You… the gods cursed you? You’re not D…” I trailed off, not knowing what to say. He wasn’t Death? He wasn’t a God? It all sounded so ridiculous now that I was about to vocalize it to his face. “I may not be a mortal, but I’m not a God.” He chuckled darkly. “Then what are you?” I asked, terrified to hear the answer. “A reaper.” He whispered, and my blood turned to ice.

he said, voice low, filled with something that sounded like sorrow—and rage. Light exploded around us and the tomb trembled as if the world itself recoiled and as darkness swallowed me, I heard it, his heartbeat, steady and ancient, thudding in perfect time with mine. That was the night the Reaper woke.

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.

I crouched between the trees, approaching to see the prey they were hunting; lupine souls ran past me, but one caught my attention: the black wolf didn't run, just walked panting, watching everyone around him despair. The reapers stopped around him. “Don't you tire of this tedious game?” The black wolf shouted. “Do what you came to do!” Lying down, the wolf offered his body to be torn apart by the Reapers, who now appeared as huge and ferocious wolves. I saw them tear his skin, making him roar in extreme pain; his bones were crushed mercilessly, and his claws and eyes were ripped off abruptly. This was the endless punishment in this hellish place!