Books Like Scythe Novels & Stories

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?

And find out if there was any way to fix it. As she drove, Caitlin thought again of the rare books she had found in her library. Most of all, she that of that one rare volume, and its torn page. She thought of its ancient ceremony, the one in Latin, with its cure for vampirism. She wondered again if it was real. Was that just passed down from folklore? An old wives’ tale?

Frustration mounted in him as he tried to find a clue. *** Neil Titus, a demon, and the director of the Shadow Crawlers, sat with a grim look as his dark eyes scanned the reports. His thick brown hair was combed back, and his posture radiated concern. With a loud sigh, he got up and smoothed the tailored suit.

“He forgot to tell me she was a mutant-vampire who promised me in marriage to a sadistic vampire king for political purposes.” “Poor Casey,” Julia said sarcastically. “Married off to a king who conveniently dies and then bewitches two brothers; one who she marries and the other who is so obsessed with her, he protects her even when she jilts him.” “How are you the key to Sybil’s kingdom?” I asked with irritation. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” she teased. “I’m just trying to change the subject. You reek of jealousy,” I said. “Sybil entrusted me with the key to her private library,” she admitted. “It’s protected behind a magical shield and invisible to the average eye. Only magical eyes can s

“Scythe of the Seventh, come to your master.” From the darkness above, an even darker shape fell to the ground and I reached out to touch it. It felt cold to the touch and the shadow dissipates to reveal a huge scythe, several times taller than I am. I pick it up and swung it around, testing the weight. It feels a little bit heavy, but nothing that I can’t handle. I twirl it above my head and rush at him, sweeping low and going for his torso. A large hand clamped down on the scythe with incredible speed, jolting me forward into a fist. I block, but I feel my bones crack under the intense force.

I am afraid but I must fuel my curiosity. My fingers trail over books as I use my eyes to search. “History of the Great Wars. Wolf-Clan Genealogies.” Useless!! In a corner, I find a smaller shelf with older, cracked bindings. One title stands out: Creatures of Myth and Scarcity. I pull it free, coughing at the plume of dust, and sink to the floor in a pool of blue velvet. I open it. Swan Mythology. It is exactly what I am looking for.

She said, panicking. She knelt to the ground, leaned towards him and moved close to his nostrils and fortunately, he was breathing. This made her glad because she knew it was only a matter of time before he would wake up. She then sat and placed his head on her lap and held his hands as she waited, with fingers crossed, for him to wake up. . . . **ON THE OTHER END OF THE FOREST** The warriors from the Fire Dawn Pack who had been sent to find Scott finally arrived in the forest and immediately, they assembled in front of their leader.

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Histories, myths, philosophies—every book was a whisper of the past. Ashara’s gaze stopped on a particular section on the far wall, its books older, darker in design, and faintly ominous. Something about the curling silver script caught her attention. One of the titles read: Nocturnae Vitae: The Legacy of the Blood Born. Her breath hitched. “Vampires?” she murmured, tilting her head.

She slithers away and extends her body to reach out for books and gave them to me saying, "Here's all the books containing all that you have to know. The primary creatures of our world." I carried those books as I walked away. I could feel the librarian's eyes at me as if she's searching some sort of darkness in my soul. I whisper to Skye before she puts on her headphones and sleep, "Hey Skye, what are those books?" Skye flinches as she looks at me the same way the librarian looked at me. She was about to say something as she opens her mouth but she didn't. Instead, she smiled and says after a pause, "It's nothing important."