Black Butler Reapers Novels & Stories

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.

He didn’t need help and he didn’t interfere with people’s troubles. Tyler confronted them face to face outside the library. Kyra, who had just arrived, was also there. They were looking at the man next to him in a black suit that looked like a bodyguard watching TV. The man looked at them and so did they. Dark turned to Tyler. “Do they see me?” Dark asked, confused. “Yeah, they see you,” said Tyler. Tyler looked at the hunters. “Guys, he’s Dark, he’s a reaper.”

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.

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.

Greg threw at him. "You see why I didn't want to talk about it? Look at people I call my friends, they can't even stand by me when I need them the most! Excuse me, I'm going first!" Tyler stalled away. He didn't mind his friends who were still looking at him as if he just peed on his pants and got into his car, then sped off. He won't go home, a long drive to clear his head is all he needed. *** Sophia and Gena were dressed in black all over, while the other Special Assassinators were all in Soldiers clothings, from cap to boots.

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.

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.

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.