Black Butler Reapers Novels & Stories

Reaper Swithin said, blowing his nose and taking in the air. "AAHHHHH! This Moroi blood!" Reaper Swithun Johnson is the guardian of Strigoi Grave Risen Coven. He has ginger hair and blue eyes and always wears a black dress coat with silver buttons. He is tall and lean, with a sharp jawline and a piercing gaze that can make even the bravest of souls tremble. Reaper Swithun is known for his unwavering loyalty to the coven and his fierce protection of its members. After Ace, Reaper is second in command in the coven.

They feed on human souls and flesh. Serra never saw one but they said the monster has scarlet glowing eyes, long and sharp razor-like talons, long black slithered body with black smoke coming out. The Reapers cannot be killed or even wounded by any weapons forged on earth. They are dimensional creatures and only those who draw power from other dimension can kill them, the Inkurs. The image of the monster gives shiver to her skins. She will never wish to meet one.

a voice commanded from the doorway, deep and authoritative, slicing through the tension like a blade. I whipped my head toward the sound, my breath catching as I saw him—Lucian Moretti, the Reaper, standing there, his broad shoulders filling the frame. His jet-black hair caught the light, his gray eyes piercing through me with a mix of betrayal and something darker, something I couldn’t name. He wore a tailored black suit, the fabric hugging his muscular frame, exuding the arrogance of a man who owned the world—and everyone in it.

A Reaper stepped through the portal opening. Tall, with ebony hair, he wore the long black cloak she expected to see, a scythe in his hand. The man quickly ran to the left of the portal, and then another Reaper appeared on his heels. Dressed identically, with the same weapon, he ran to the right. Then, another sprang forth, and another. Ru watched, her eyes wide as the Reapers continued to pour out of the portal, as if Hell had spilled an inkwell and the thick, black substance was covering the entire earth.

The spell of real estate fell on the walker, fettered her arms and legs, squeezed her throat, making it difficult to growl. It was very easy to cut off her head - to grab her braids, and wave a knife a couple of times. And again, Tamir did not have to cut his hand in order to carry out the rite of repose - blood poured from a bitten forearm, at least draw handfuls. Donatos, entering the cold cell smelling of blood and sweat in the morning, kicked the decapitated corpse and said to the student: - I’ll wash my face and go to the whipping post - you’ll get it for not distinguishing a simple dead man from a reborn one. After that, you will go to Rusta, you will say - I asked to heal my hand.

In the center of the room was what appeared to be an altar made from black stone and marble with a single flame burning atop it. On either side of the altar were two reapers—one male and one female—dressed in matching black robes and hoods that covered their features from view except for their eyes which were a deep dark red color like blood. An archway stood offset the altar, leading to another room. The atmosphere in this chamber was one of torture and screams as if used for black magic and sacrifice. The energies of the reapers felt like that of shame, disgust, and imprisonment. As we walked forward into this mysterious chamber, I could feel my heart racing from anticipation at what might

“There is news,” I climbed up the stairs to my room. “Tell me.” “There is talk at the ports. Rumours that the Reaper King has returned into the field once again,” I said nothing until I was in my bedroom. The naked women there hurriedly rushed to me, each one taking the silk robe off my body and my briefs as I said, “How is Blake?” “On his way back with your wife, Chairman.” “He was kind enough to let me see his fiancée against his own desires. Send him a gift,” When I was naked, I walked towards my bathroom.

My chin was grabbed roughly and I was made to look up into the hate-filled eyes of my mate. “Bianca could never have asked you to bring her moon shade or have taken it knowing what it was”, he said and drew closer to me. “Because moon shade is a poison used to make wolfs bane”, he hissed the last part with so much anger that I felt my shoulders hunch. I looked to Bianca to see the victory in her eyes before she turned away to continue her fake crying. Tyler forced my gaze back to him with his hand on my chin.

I know that I am trying to bait him, but he isn’t always the brightest bulb in the box. “Well, Baby we do have to keep women under control. It is the only way to achieve the goal.” With these words, I knew that I was stumbling onto something here. “All the hard work would go down the drain if he doesn’t put up a fight and lets you have a choice. The whole point of the reaping is to keep women under the thumb of men. I would never do that to you of course but we can’t let anyone know that. I could lose my place in the Chosen.” He continues his ministrations on my neck and I was trying hard to act like I was enjoying it.

Her eyes gleamed. “They’re Verek's direct lapdogs. Killers. They’ve slaughtered more people than most ordinary dare to count… Alphas included.” She leaned back slightly in her seat, completely at ease. “They’re rogues.” A sharp wave of gasps rippled through the crowd. Eyes darted toward George and the twins, disbelief written plainly across their faces. But Verya wasn’t done. “Not just rogues,” she added lightly. The air seemed to tighten. “They are the Four Reapers.”