Black Scythe Manga Novels & Stories

The dense condensed power made his heart twitch with unease. "Trying to advance your realm?" Butcher bared his teeth, stained with shreds of flesh. "Die for me!" He did not waste a word. The muscles on his right arm bulged, veins writhing like venomous snakes. A dozens-meter-long dark scythe materialized in his hand in an instant. Butcher spun and hurled the scythe like a javelin. The weapon tore through the air with a sonic boom, carrying the full power of a Sixth-Rank Marquis warrior straight for Eira’s forehead.

the queen screams making the black goddess screams in anger. I scream as the black goddess starts to swing her sword slashing Vlash to his back. I see how Vlash look at me as I try hard to struggle to get free. The mist binding me begins to become tighter and it is as if thorns appear on the rope-like mist binding me. I winch in pain as the thorns prick me and blood starts to flow. I still try moving making my wounds even deeper.

Jumbo let out an eccentric laugh as he wheeled that casserole-sized fist of his and slammed it towards Chasing Wind, who dodged with his swift movements. Given the situation, he was not in the mood to have a dogfight with Jumbo. He just wanted to save Pawn’s life. However, just as Chasing Wind found an opening and managed to bypass Jumbo, a black shadow suddenly descended from the sky. It was Spectre. He carried a meter-long scythe in his hand, like a grim reaper. As the scythe tore through the air, it was as if the attack could literally rip the air apart. Instantly, Spectre forced Chasing Wind to step back.

Omar watched Aazim lift the sword high up with fury in his eyes and he saw the blade come down and rolled away just in time, but the blade didn't reach down, instead what he heard was Aazim scream out loud in pain, Omar looked up at Aazim who was holding on to his bleeding hand, a small knife had stopped his strike and had sliced through his fingers but didn't severe it. Omar looked back at Mariam who was still on the floor holding Parvina in her arms and looking at Aazim with a triumphant look in her eyes and a wide smile across her face, she was the one who had thrown the knife and with a perfect timing and good aim too. Aazim hollered in pain and the sword fell from his hands, he held on

The runes ignited, threads of light weaving up her arms and into the Mark. The air thickened. The ground trembled. And from the shadows at the edge of the room, something stirred — not an Echo, but something worse. Figures began to form — twisted silhouettes of men and beasts, remnants of those the Black Moon had touched. They moved like smoke and screamed like memory. Zevran’s blade flashed. “Here we go again.” He fought without hesitation, cutting through shadows that reformed as fast as he struck them. Each one that fell fed the light around Kaelira’s spell, fueling her strength.

"Hmph..." In the face of Zephyr Khan's attack, academy master Tianmie sneered and snorted. Rumble! In the next moment, the strange traces that academy master Tianmie waved suddenly evolved, forming an enormous black scythe that ruthlessly hacked out. "The rotten sickle..." Swoosh Instantly, wherever the black scythe passed, it actually formed a muddy stance. It was clear that the space itself had completely decayed. "Buzz Buzz Buzz..."

At Alec’s questioning look I added, “My mother told me of the Scythe being stolen a thousand or so years ago from her coven.” "We will have to expect Alpha Kylen to use that to catch us off guard." Alec pointed out. Thane nodded. “Maybe we can get it from them somehow. You know what it looks like. Can you draw it?” “It looks like any scythe, but the blade is black and there are Celtic symbols down the handle. I’m not much of an artist, but I’ll give it a shot. I rose and walked to the printer, grabbing a sheet of paper, and returned to sit in Anders' lap as he passed me a pen. His arms tightened around my waist, distracting me as I drew the weapon to the best of my ability, drawing out the s

Rei took a few steps closer to Troy and Briar. Putting his hand on Rei’s arm he whispered in his ear and Rei visibly calmed down. “You realize there are 3 wolves right outside her window, and the big guys are right downstairs waiting my signal. He’s not getting anywhere with Briar. I promise.” Scythe told Rei. “Fine. It’s your show. Go get her. I’ll hold back for now.” Rei replied. “Good, now Rei, please back up, you don’t want any this.” Scythe pushed Rei behind him as he started to release his aura. A low to the ground mist started curling around Scythe until it manifested a scythe like weapon with incredible reach.

Aleister wondered out loud, clearly impressed by the witch's armory. Ruby pressed a certain button on the wall and the shelf lined with knives separated like a sliding door presenting a variety of scythes. There was a scythe entirely made out of fishbone, there was an ill-proportioned one with a heart-shaped ruby and thorns, he saw another scythe where the blade is completely made out of ice making him wonder how it hadn't melted yet, one impressive scythe had a golden handle styled as a dragon and from its mouth protrudes a crimson metal. The weapon bore great power and he can feel it merely by looking at its blade. Aleister then noticed a black scythe that made shivers run up his spine. Th

he added. The glowing stone elongated into a silver scythe. Gold danced in his veins and reached the scythe creating gold twirling vines on the scythe’s handle. He spun the scythe and a luminous white light follows his scythe’s sharp tip. The light was giving the same aura of my yin-yang’s glow. His scythe now have a purifying power. “Now the real action begins.” Grip tilted his head on the side like a gangster.