Novel & Cerita Books Like Scythe

She ran her fingers along the spines, the gold lettering cool against her skin. Drawn in by the sheer volume, she hesitantly pulled a book from the shelf, a slim volume bound in dark blue leather. The title was etched in silver: The Royal Grimoire of Sacred Oaths. She opened it, her eyes skimming the ornate calligraphy, the intricate diagrams filled with arcane symbols.

Gina asked, her voice inspiring pity and compassion in all who heard her. Nathan's gaze steeled. He inhaled deeply, looking like he'd made a tough decision, before replying, "I'll protect you, Gina. I always will!" As soon as he finished speaking, he put on a pair of gloves and cleaned up the wounds on my body. Then, he stripped my hair and skin off. Finally, he took a scalpel and sliced my abdomen open to start taking out my organs. However, immediately after Nathan made the incision, his hand trembled. He gulped nervously before wiping the sweat off his brow with a fearful expression. His voice was laced with disbelief as he exclaimed, "S-She was pregnant?"

So you're a big Lovecraft fan? - Definitely. A thousand times more Cthulhu than any shining vampire. - She smiled. — I like some fantasy books. Writers like Laurell K. Hamilton and Patricia Briggs, who take ancient legends like vampires and werewolves and bring them to the contemporary world. There's this amazing author called SC Green who wrote these dark steampunk books set in dinosaur-infested Georgian London. My friend Derek referred me. He is always giving me new books to read. He's studying mythology, so he likes that sort of thing. — What is your favorite creature?

I rolled my eyes at my failed attempt at escape as he guided me toward the entrance. Where Obsidian was more of a sex club of sorts, this was what I would call a regular bar or club. People were still dancing and drinking, the music was loud, lust was still in the air, but that was not the only thing. I shot my eyes to Elijah when I picked up the mixture of scents and scrunched my nose. Vampires, witches, wolves, and humans. Witches did not really have a scent, but I sensed magic all around so I knew they were present. All of these kinds together in the same place at once... it was an atrocity. Who would allow such a thing? Who would be part of such a thing?

A scalpel, a syringe, forceps, scissors, some long needles, a knife, a bowl containing oil, and several transparent little bottles—vials, were all arranged on the table. Some containers were filled with a white, colourless liquid, and the rest held some kind of dark fluid in them. There was a big bag pack sitting in the corner of the table. Kevin watched him move over to the table. He took out a book from the bag. Recognition crossed Kevin’s features at the sight of the book. “Seven Most Painful Ways to Die,” the title read in bold red ink. The book he’d seen in Cedric’s room. T-Murek flipped pages to its centre and placed it on the table before him.

"They have, ever since she was born." Cassandra set the little serpent among the piles of gold coins. The creature sagged in defeat and exhaustion after lying before that terrible fire. "There it is," Vasilisa's voice came from behind a mountain of walnut-sized raw rubies. It wasn't hard to find the book. It was placed on a golden stand in between two golden Sirin statues. The grimoire turned out to be the largest book Cassandra had ever seen, with pages made of parchment illuminated with tracery, and it was open to a page thickly covered with elegant, intricate writing.

“Well then.” Snapping HIS fingers as the time stops and everything stood still, but only in that void and very world. A scythe appears, taking its finest beauty that is made up of gold, silver, bronze, and gems. This very weapon is the epitome of the perfect death and the reaper in particular, as the shard and the soul that will carry the weight will soon be introduced, yet into this book, had finally come forth and took its place, as HE whispers. “Blood of the holy, and into the grail, a soul will be split into two, as the first will be the sun and the latter is the moon. With the stars in between, you shall be, her familiars.”

No one would suspect you and they would usually talk and act recklessly in front of you. “The weapon,” It was a scythe. A retractable scythe that could tear heavy metals like paper and pierce through anything even the soul. Using it, they can open treasures long-buried and kill anyone like nobody's business. It's a precious little thing. And it's in the rightful and very capable hands. Me. •••

It bared three rows of needle-thin teeth, its muscles contracting as it prepared to make its final, lethal pounce to consume me. I backed up against the workstation, my hand frantically sweeping across the floor until my fingers wrapped around a heavy, rusted iron scalpel left behind on a tray. I raised the small blade, my knuckles white, my black eyes wide as I stared into the dark. I was weak, I was bleeding, but I was going to fight until my last breath. The creature let out a high-pitched, piercing shriek and lunged through the air, its talons extended straight for my throat.

Deadly. Sucking in a deep breath, she forced herself to open the satchel, her fingers stilling as they encountered smooth leather instead of the cold, hard steel she’d been expecting. With a rueful smile, she pulled out the heavy book that was written in a language she didn’t recognize. She wistfully trailed her fingers over the aged leather of the cover. She’d encountered various demons and warriors and even powerful witches during her travels with Francisco, but none had offered such a fascinating mixture of contrasts. Icily aloof and yet so vulnerable. Rhye was strong and yet tender. Raw, ruthless power with the soul of an alpha.