Black Butler Reapers Novels & Stories

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.”

Not minding how many souls they had reaped nor how many times they had been thrown back in this fight, both reapers did not give up and enjoyed the feast. A smile in K Whatever’s face grew and grew as her excitement and adrenaline rushed inside her— especially when a gigantic black aura suddenly appeared from behind the little evil spirits fighting for their souls. "And here I thought I should only scare the kids away from here? Why there are reckless reapers here?" Both the reapers and the evil spirits were stunned.

Hearing Morgan Blackstorm's scolding, Butler Ron hurriedly dismissed a few servants, while he obediently guarded the door. In this room, there was no obstruction between the two of them, under the light, Ashley suddenly became very quiet and obedient, just curled up in his arms. Morgan Blackstorm couldn't care less, he kicked open another door, carried Ashley back to her room, and then threw her directly on the bed. ***

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.

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.”

"They think we're just another High Council boundary patrol coming to purge their outposts." "Then let's go introduce ourselves," I said softly, my voice carrying that low, double-layered Sovereign resonance that caused the frost on the stone battlements to fracture into spiderweb patterns. We moved to the heavy iron descent cage—a massive, open-air lift suspended by ancient steel cables embedded deep within the mountain's core. Fifty chosen Blackwood Reapers, clad in winterized tactical armor and bearing heavy silver shields, loaded into the secondary cages on our flanks. The mechanical winch groaned violently, the ancient gears grinding against ice as the heavy floor gave way, dropping us

I didn't memorize it either but I knew that I would reach its border where I would reach the plain and in front of that was the road to Valencia and the forest where Elijah and I first met. I ran for a few minutes and I didn't make a mistake. I can see the light at the end and I know it's the end. I don't think the monsters can reach here because their target is only the town and not the whole of Samona. I was getting close to the border and was about to jump but suddenly something black formed and it turned into a huge creature wearing a black hood. It was holding something that made me stop. Your harvest is one. "R-reaper?" My lips trembled when I said it. I don't know why a being from hel

[2019] Calculating every move, Sebastian began unbuttoning his shirt. He didn't want to rush because he knew nothing could stop him. His eyes remained fixed on one point, the doll-like eyes of the woman who had taken off her clothes. He gazed at her with satisfaction, like a predator ready to pounce on its prey; Clara Jasson.

“You said that we humans wouldn’t stand a chance against the wolves in a war, what did you mean by that, how would you know?” Pete glared at Sarah over his coffee actually looking at her for the first time since she started the conversation and he looked angry. “I’ve read about them, classified stuff.” He said vaguely. “They’re big, strong, they train from when they are young to fight in both human and wolf forms. The Reivers are the worst of wolves Sarah, anyone that crosses them is rarely given mercy. They are ruthless and cruel, even to their own kind. They are not like other packs who live side by side with humans, they stick to their own kind, shun all contact with humans unless it’s to

Something is wrong. ‘Reaper?’ I mind-link him. A burst of black shadows emerges through the cloud, and flames follow behind. ‘Reaper! What is that? What’s happening? Please tell me you’re okay?’ Dozens of dragons emerge through the clouds, chasing Reaper. They are different colours and all breathe different elements towards him. Some breathe fire, some ice, others electric bolts. A sooty-coloured dragon emerges, spitting a black liquid toward him—drips land near my feet. The grass and flowers it touches lose their colour before turning to ash.