Black Butler Reapers Novels & Stories

“What do you mean by that?” She didn’t answer with words. Instead, she simply lifted a trembling hand and pointed through the bone door, to the heart of the cave. Outside, a ritual had already begun. They weren’t ordinary werewolves. These were something else entirely, women only, cloaked in black garments. Their skin shimmered red, not naturally, but as if they’d anointed themselves in gore. Their eyes glowed faintly in the firelight. Magic radiated off them like heat. There were no children. Just women, and death. My mind snagged on the thought: How do they reproduce? But the question was lost beneath the growing dread.

I asked wrinkling my nose, “Cal’s right, I am an alien.” “You are not an alien.” Hunter laughed. “So not everyone can see this, aura?” “Humans can’t see it,” Hunter said. “Humans?” I said, “What are we?” “We are…” He thought for a minute, “There’s not a particular name we call ourselves. The elder refers to us as the elementals. But that doesn’t describe us very well. The Delazar’s call us reapers.” “Why reapers?” I asked. “What are reapers to you?” He stroked my hand with his thumb.

I shivered and it was the first time, I wondered if I was going to go on with this arrangement. I looked at Princess Lyra, she was shaking as well, and her face looked displeased. I looked at her wrist and saw a faint line there. I gasped, it was the same line that had appeared on my wrist last night. I hated it because I knew what that meant. " Go ahead" he stretched out a knife and handed it to me. I took it and cut myself, the blood on my palm was visible and I had to hold my hands still so the blood drops into the sacred bowl.

He blurred away like a simple illusion and all in a second a pale skinned, tailed person pounced. The tailed white haired butler jumped upon 008, his long elegant claws digging into her chest and without even effort ripping her apart. The shadow dispersed into nothingness the moment she was ripped apart and all that dropped was a silver-gray orb. 019 felt cold. So cold, if there was a face on him perhaps they would have conveyed the emotions that danced inside of his body, perhaps they would speak of the hatred that began to burn as he looked up at the white haired butler that had already pounced.

Yman's body was enveloped by black mana as he was slowly pushing his body to get up. The Noble Rat wondered if this person just playing dead a moment ago. Never did the Noble Rat expected for this human to hide such a card up his sleeves. He was dying just a moment ago, but now, his body had something weird on it. The current Yman has ears the same as the Noble Rat but it colored like black smoke. His hands have black long nails but the sizes and forms were the same as that of the Noble Rat and his eyes had turned red, but in this state, his vision was unhindered in this dark surroundings. He even has a black tail grown on its back the same as the Noble rat.

But before he could complete his sentence, his eyes widened in horror. Dabria had stabbed his dark soul with the dagger of Eve. Dabria pulled the dagger out and stepped away from him. Dark flames engulfed Adrian's dark soul. His horrified screams shook the Karts pack lands. "You forgot again that I am not just a vampire. I am a reaper vampire hybrid. And as a reaper, I can kill you with whatever weapon I possess." Dabria finally answered the question Adrian asked her right before his soul was completely burnt.

Fuck you, Ryan," I muttered. With resentment running in my capillaries, I dipped at him. However, he stopped my attack with his palm, held my fist then twisted my hand. Before I could make another move, he hit me on the chest with his leg, sending me a few meters backwards. Coughing out blood, I rose to my feet. I scrutinized him again but he is no longer on the spot. Surrounding us now are the reaper's soldiers, their bodies emitting black smoke. The black hood that is covering their face makes them look scary, copulating with how they are gritting their teeth together like a wolf. They had equine's soles instead of normal human limbs, long scarves like hijab, and a metal gauntlet in each h

“I give up, as I am tired.” He pleaded with his shivering hand as he still tries to reach for it and towards the reaper he believes and in presence to take his soul into hell. To the silence and dim-like shadows of the selected parts of the room where the full moon is shining and giving its light as it is reflected through the glass walls. Footsteps echoes as the silhouette of the reaper he claims finally introduces. To the light of the moon and the claim reaper, he calls pave its very image in front of him. His blurry vision from his left-right eye, picture out the distinctive black color of eyes that pins the death reaper in every aspect. His whisper towards him echoes.

and followers have the luxury of choice; they can bank their blood every three months and refuse to donate if they don't want to draw blood. As for rank, they wear a bracelet with a number ten engraved on it, between the blood bags and the "elite." The only untouchable ones are allies, humans who do the dirty work of burying and killing other humans at the vampire's command. No matter how much someone wishes to taste their blood, a vampire can face the death penalty for feeding on allies. Even though the system claims Invictus has humans up to fifty-five ranks, allies carry a higher number. It doesn't increase their value, but the number sixty tattooed on their forehead gives away the secre