Black Butler Reapers Novels & Stories

In its place, an invisible mountain pressed down on his shoulders, forcing his knees to buckle uncontrollably. Eira drifted gently down to land on the stone floor. Her white dress stirred slightly, though no wind blew in the sealed basement. She lifted her liquid-silver eyes to meet Butcher’s horrified gaze, a grim smirk tugging at her lips, cold as the reaper’s smile. "Enjoyed your rampage just now?"

Death blocked the kick with his arms, but before he could counter Zach had already jumped backward with another gust. The air in the room gathered around Zach's arms and legs. "We had another fight scheduled and I wanted to convince you to go. Figured I might as well move the fight up, considering I hope you'll be leaving soon." Death often forgot how battle-hungry Zach could get. He was one of the oldest grim, an elite force of reapers that Death picked to act as an example for humans that wanted to get stronger. 'You've seen more fights than almost any other human I've met, but you still have a bad habit of overestimating yourself.'

AI3 explained everything to her. "Why is he blackened?" She asked feeling a bit confused. "During his cultivation, He was inflicted by the Demon's power which caused his souls to blacken " He paused. "And you are also give the task to save his blackened soul " AI3 finished and found a place to hide to avoid his furs being pulled out again. "So between this world and the lady world, This world seems to be more dangerous " "Yes!" AI3 responded. Rose Blair walked out of the restroom and Saw Nora still waiting for her.

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.

The sound of his boots faded down the hall. I pressed my back against the wall and slid to the floor. My body was still shaking. Not from fear. Or not only from fear. When his teeth had grazed my mark, something inside me had ignited. A heat that started at my neck and poured down through my chest, my stomach, my thighs. My skin had tightened. My breath had caught. And for one terrible, honest second, I had wanted him closer. The Reaper. The man who’d killed his own family. The man who collected territories like other men collected debts.

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!

he murmurs. Rolling my eyes I cross my arms leaning back in my chair, “care to share with the class?” He presses his palms together and asks, “son, have you ever heard of the Reapers?” I frown, “No. What is a Reaper?” He leans over, “so when you die, the Reaper is the one who severs your bond from this world that lets you move onto the next. For us back to the Moon Goddess. They are curious beings and only those who have seen traumatic death can see them. I’m sure there is one in our pack right now, waiting for someone to die. They are nearly untraceable and hold no allegiances to anyone but their task. Sever the bond, let the soul move on.”