Black Scythe Manga Novels & Stories

She waved her weapon, and ancient black scrawls mysteriously manifested in front of the scythe. The mysterious black scrawl swept forward and fell to the army. Every one of these characters contained devastating power. The black scrawls exploded and attacked the army on the ground. Faced with the Scythe of Judgment’s attacks, the Korinthian Army was left completely defenseless. Tens of thousands of soldiers were slaughtered instantly. In the blink of an eye, James immediately appeared in front of Winnie. He grabbed her hand and shouted, “That’s enough. Stop right now.”

At that moment… The purple liquid rose from the crack of the ground and created a weapon akin to a scythe. No, it was too similar to the grim reaper scythe that she knew. ‘Don’t tell me…’ The purple scythe emerged from Anubis’s back. The shadow rose from Anubis’s back yet he was too focused on the targets in front of him. “No, NO!” Busaba screamed when she knew what would happen next. “ANUBIS!!!!”

making multiple cuts appear on Merka's body. The scythe on her hands glow with every drop of blood landing on the ground... Merka felt cold fear...as wasn't as pompous as she was previously. "Please spare me...I beg you..." Merka fell to the ground in pure fright as she continued begging Madeline. Madeline ignored Merka pleas as she raised her scythe.... "This is where you die...." Bang! The scythe shook violently like it had hitted a hard rock. Madeline looked up to see Damien, and the scythe on his left shoulder. He was completely unharmed as he stared at Madeline silently.

they moved with a strange, fluid speed, their black fur matted with grey moss, their scythes swinging in wide, lethal arcs designed to take off heads in a single pass. Caspian did not shift into his full wolf. He did not need to. He stepped directly into the path of the first scythe. His bare left hand shot out and caught the curved steel blade mid-swing, the sharp edge biting deep into his palm. Blood spurted over his knuckles, but Caspian did not even blink. He twisted his wrist, snapping the heavy steel blade in half like a dry twig, and used the momentum to drive his right fist straight through the first Lycan’s chest.

Something was wrong down by the ankle, something important to let a person stabilize. Porcius understood that tendon and thanked Celt or Pict craftsmanship that the sickle sliced right through Greyman’s flesh. When the monster tried to rise up and run, Greyman stumbled. He did move forward after him, but failed to accurately strike his opponent. With the elegance of a bad comedian, Porcius twisted about and struck higher up, trying to sever the beast’s hamstring. He failed, gouging a few bloody rips in the fur on either thigh until Greyman slapped his hands together on the blade of the scythe. Porcius wasn’t about to fight him for it and ran back towards the hut’s remains.

That was when the Darkscale flew back to Caleb and chirped, "Skree!" Caleb more or less understood and blurted, "You mean… Eat it?" The Darkscale nodded. "Skree!" While Caleb was stunned, the Dharmic Cutter began to vibrate and hum in his hand, while the black sword from the pavilion shot toward it as if drawn to a magnet! Plop. With a ripple on its edge as if a watery surface, the Dharmic Cutter swallowed the black sword!

The robot’s chest plate began to drip, molten metal falling to the floor with sizzling plops. “Clear visual!” Willz yelled. Mello, finally finished, held up his sketchbook. He had drawn not a bazooka, but a long, wicked-looking katana with a serrated edge. “I hear you, brother!” Bryan, his energy clearly flagging, gasped out, “Make the final move!” Willz’s scythe appeared in his hands in a swirl of shadow. Mello’s drawing glowed, and the katana materialized before him, dropping into his grip.

"You filthy lowlife! You will tremble in the face of death and face your demise as you deserve to." Cyrus opened his mouth all of a sudden, spitting out a dagger. The dagger was completely black in color. It was covered densely in runes, emitting a terrifying aura as soon as Cyrus held it. "Be careful, sir! That's a Ghost Sword, it has the power to decay anything," Yumi shouted. There were too many ninjas in the room, and many of her men were already injured. Yumi had no choice but to join the battle, two swords appearing in her hands as she slashed her way into the battlefield.

"Shall we begin?" Vayu only replied with a quick smile. Rachelia wasted no time and got to work. Her umbrella took on its Scion Weapon form, the Hellbriar Scythe. Lars gave Rachelia some space as he witnessed the crimson excellence that was Rachelia's Scion Force. She spun with her scythe and Lars heard earthquake happening around them. Massive black thorny ivies sprouted forth surrounding the Librarium. Lars was in awe watching the ivies climbed the force field. The towering dome of arcane energy was quickly enveloped by the coiling and twisting serpentine plants across its surface.

Stefano shouted from somewhere. The Scythe moved on its own to Jay's hand. He looked at Stefano and grinned as blood flowed from his mouth. His Godly power was clashing with the Scythe's malicious power, taking a toll on his body. Jay held the Scythe tightly before swinging it to the dome and damaging it enough for the cracks to carry on to the top of the dome. The dome cracked and slowly collapsed. At the same time, Jay felt his soul crack inside his body. The Scythe fell to the ground, and he looked at his hands that slowly turned into dust.