Black Butler Undertaker Manga Novels & Stories

"Is this the place, Mana-san pestered us about?" A deep voice that made all heads turn to the back. He was as tall as Hagihara, his body more muscular than any kid here, there were snippets of tattoos peeking out onto his neck from his long-sleeved grey shirt. With a bald head and pierced eyebrows... ah, this guy... There's no way he's a high schooler... "...Betelgeuse?" I muttered. "You know them?" Shirai glanced at me.

And as she pulled his body in front of her, she dragged his hand on the railings and pushed his body off without any hint of hesitation in her actions. Tentacle let out a loud and sharp cry before his body reached the floor down below. And as his stomach kissed the floor, he let out a long whimpering groan. “Y-you—” uttered the old man who was the only one left standing on Gray’s side. There were bits of saliva sputtering out of his mouth as he stuttered. His hand trembled as he pointed his knife toward her. Turning a blind eye to his threat, Gray climbed up the railing and sat on top of it with her feet hovering just above the lying bodies of Fakey Mcbaldy and Tentacle. She had her eyes loc

“We don’t eat people here. Why eat humans when Zen’s food tastes better?” Hearing this did not console the undertaker either. If anything, his hands shook more as he held up the contract. Akiko couldn’t help but wonder what was going through the undertaker’s mind. For someone accustomed to working with the deceased, did the presence of living creatures terrify him? Maybe Zen could assign them to work on farming undead monsters if Agni had such a terrible phobia of the living. “W-what kind of materials are we supposed to farm?” Agni swallowed with difficulty, trying to keep his voice stable.

He grabbed the shadow-child by the scruff of its swaddling clothes and lifted him up. Clement didn't wake up. He just let out a low, pathetic moan as the drain was disconnected. The infant opened its black eyes. It stared at Lucian. The room went ice-cold again. Lucian didn't flinch. He didn't drop the boy. He stared back into the void-eyes of the infant. "A Black Flag," Lucian murmured. A dark, terrifying chuckle rumbled in his chest. "Perfect. We’ll need a reaper for what’s coming."

And I was beginning to feel proud and joyful that we were winning But it was short-lived. When I thought they were all almost cleared off, I noticed the dead ones rising back up, turning new like they weren’t just killed. It was like once they die, they resurrect immediately. This can only be possible through black magic. I killed one off me and looked towards Bryan’s direction. He was seated on a vast rock, laughing while watching the battle unfold. His hands were glowing black, and his eyes were still wholly black and void of life. If I’m going to stop this, I need to chop off his hands. Those hands that are controlling all this nuisance!!

He was very upset with his sister's actions. "It's not over yet, Asura. Buto is known to have very strong skin. Only demons or warriors with great strength can slash their throats. Because if he stabs his heart, Buto can still live. And if she manages to slash his neck, Buto will also come back to life by splitting himself in two." HAHAHAHA! "How? This is my game, Asura!" Raktabija burst out laughing. This time the woman felt she would win the game against her brother.

*Third POV* “See I will tell you everything about the basement and other stuff as we have a lot to talk about. First, why not he have our breakfast. I dont want it to end with the quarrel and you once again avoid eating” Takeshi smiles placing his hand upon Koishi’s only made him take his hand back the next second. “Okay” Koishi smiles as he avoids looking at Takeshi not noticing the sudden change of expression over his face. “Let's get started with it” Takeshi smiles looking down at his plate as Koishi first takes the cup of coffee recognizing his own cup which has his favourite anime character Gojo Saturo from Jujutsu Kaisen upon it.

What they face was not the weak and helpless ant-like cultivator as they had expected but the wrath of the grim reaper in a black butler tuxedo wielding a rapier. “Sir, I’m afraid you’re in the wrong and at the wrong time. Might I suggest you evacuate out of here at once? Otherwise, I’ll need to forcefully remove you from this world.” The butler in the black tuxedo said toward the invaders in a British accent. The invaders look at each other before some of them rush at the Butler and get turned into thousands of slices of meat cubes as they fall to the ground that was littered with their blood, innards, and organs.

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.

/ He laughed loudly, swinging his bat and hitting brittle objects in the fancy hotel. He is a Death Angel, his name is Draven Black. A modern-day grim reaper, wearing not a cape but a black emo suit with a pair of black wings to fly. He does not have a scythe, he has a bat for beating humans. His look is completed by black hair and an upside-down cross hung in his left ear.