Books Like Scythe Novels & Stories

[Amor’s POV] Nyx Scythe? Like the grim reaper’s scythe? “How do you know about the scythe?” Kaltain asked. “Do you really think all I had been doing in the past few years was play hide and seek with you and your lord? The magic that was used to bring night to this world wasn’t dark magic, even though it included living sacrifices. It was a curse. And Nyx Scythe is the only weapon gifted to the sorcizens by the god of death himself. That weapon can cut through and tear apart any curse…”

“No! Angels don't exist, and if they did, they wouldn't abduct innocent girls and murder them with scythes they've got the hots for.” I sensed him smirk beneath the shadows of his cloak. Taking one last glance at his scythe, he snapped it up and swung the blade in a vicious arc. “Watch your neck, love!” he declared, scythe flying towards me. I ducked. He swiveled the blade so it swooped after me, like a hawk diving after its prey. I crashed to my knees, shielding my face from the oncoming blow. The cold metal sung as it sliced through the air, a heartbeat from my flesh-

If only her mother’s books were left intact then she wouldn’t have to work from the scratch, because the counter curse of soul separation curse wasn’t as easy to find as the other counter curses were. With her fingers carefully skimming through the hardcover of the books, Levy read the title of the books printed on the spine. Fire infused scroll of death, Heirloom of the cunning mage Gilford, Annihilation of souls, books on torment and Fangs of eternal bloodlust—— On and on the books went and Levy chose the one that had the title closest to what she was looking for —— Annihilation of the souls, this book seemed like what she was looking for. So, she stretched her hand and picked the books fr

The Gifted Hybrid. I was stunned at the title. It took my interest. I tried to flip the cover of the book but it won't open. I frowned when I saw something surround the book. Like there was a spell covering it. I put the book down on my bed when I saw something left inside the black box. There was a big gold anchor/ship wheel necklace that just fit my hands. It glowed when in contact with my hands. I feel like the necklace is mine because the scythe was also glowing. I took the scythe and looked as it shines so bright. I let out a gasp when the scythe transformed into a round object. Then I noticed the cover of the book, it has a hole round shape in it and an anchor then ship wheel in it.

Wearing a blue dress, her delicate features resembled Thea’s. The moment she walked over to Sophie, she noticed the bizarrely-shaped scythe in front of Sophie. For some reason, she could feel a sense of familiarity with the scythe. Upon being reminded of the scythe within her body, her mind stirred, and a scythe materialized before her. Immediately, the it flew forward and blocked the bizarrely-shaped scythe that intended to deal Sophie the killing blow.

But the moment my fingers touched the latch, something metallic creaked sharply overhead. Before I could even look up…. A blade dropped. Fast. I jerked back instinctively, falling to the floor as a long scythe slammed down where my head had been. The sound echoed through the library, a harsh, cold slice of metal against stone. My breath caught in my throat. The scythe swung slightly from its rope, a silent warning. Traps.

Eventually, with my arms full, I found Nicholas still in the fantasy section. He was engrossed in a thick hardcover, his brow furrowed in concentration. “Find something good?” I asked, approaching him. “Possibly. But I think you might like this one.” He handed me a paperback with an image of a woman wielding a sword on the front. I read the title aloud. “‘The Lycan Chronicles.’ Hmm, never heard of it.” “It’s a fantasy series,” he explained, still flipping through his own book. “Great world-building, complex characters...” He glanced up and smirked. “Plus, it has some... steamy scenes.”

Two months later, his friends asked again, "Tristan, how long has it been since Esther contacted you?" Tristan froze, unable to respond. It had been a while since Esther had reached out to him. The home that had once been theirs felt empty without her. It was just cold brick walls now and could no longer be called a home. "This isn't right. Esther's always been soft and gentle, but now she's acting so decisively." At that moment, Tristan's friend, Jordan Fletcher, hesitated before saying, "Tristan, I heard Esther's with the heir of the Russell family in Straburgh."

The light illuminated the space, full of old objects and stacked boxes. As she walked, a loose floorboard creaked beneath her feet. She bent down to see what it was and, with some effort, lifted the board. She found an old book, covered in dust, with a leather cover filled with drawings of supernatural creatures. Scarlett’s heart began to race; something about the book drew her in, as if it held secrets waiting to be discovered.

Lycans from different places gathered here to celebrate their lineage and business prosperity. Bright, annoying lights, fake smiles, and envious gazes, all check. However, Scarlett was wavering in the other dimension that holds the truth of her born. Yes, her born. That book, Nicole had opened today had given her answers as well as making things more complicated for her. Once again, Scarlett was thrust into her questionable notion ..... "This is the book of Goddess Hecate. Mother of witches and witchcraft." Nicole declared, turning her anticipated gaze to Scar. "Probably, the answer to your question."