Cool Scythes Novels & Stories

They hinted of the time Helen and Damon had been spending together without fear. Luna stared at her reflection. Pale skin stretched over sharp cheekbones. Dark circles under lifeless eyes. Hair that had once shone like gold now dull and brittle. She looked like a ghost. "Honestly, I don't know why he keeps you around," Sophia stepped back. "You're useless as a mate. Useless as a Luna. Useless as a wolf." She paused. "What good are you?" "Maybe he's just waiting for her to die," Marissa offered. "Then he could mate properly. With someone like..."

" I couldn't hold myself back any longer and jumped to my feet. Then, I grabbed a nearby cushion and threw it at him. "Jasper! You are Sasha's father!" How could he be so heartless and send his own daughter for a cryopreservation experiment just because of something Avery said? Yet, Jasper simply frowned and said, "Nothing's happening to Sasha. Avery already said that the program is very safe. Sasha won't die, and she won't have to suffer either. It's good for her. "We'll be able to revive her when we finally return with a larger water source." I didn't know what to say to him anymore. Couldn't Jasper have thought that if the cryopreservation program was really as safe as he said it was, why

Gavin's eyes went wide as he stared at the soda in my hand. Wesley, where are you?" he rasped. "How did you get the supplies?" He broke into a fit of coughing. He got more worked up as he spoke, ending in a fit of coughing. I just smiled. "These are the supplies I hauled over with my tricycle. Cheers!" I took a proud sip of my soda on camera. After Gavin totally lost it, I ended the call. The scorching heat had lasted three months. Then one day, a single raindrop fell from the sky.

Derek said, trying not to laugh at Lewis' reaction. “Fall off?” Derek handed him a headset. “Put this on.” “Are you sure this is safe?” Lewis asked. “Trust me,” Derek said with a low voice. Lewis opened his eyes but his body was still tense. The engine started. The blades began to spin. Lewis’s breathing picked up immediately. “Oh no,” Lewis said, reaching out for anything he could hold. As the helicopter lifted, Derek reached for his hand and took it. Just slightly at first, but their fingers intertwined firmly as the helicopter moved higher.

The dark, thick strings danced wildly, slowly compressing together, forming into a long, demonic scythe. Arth widened his eyes, amazed. He never expected Janshai to be a reaper. Janshai grabbed the scythe and then gave it a quick spin before he made his stance. The three devilions lunged at Janshai altogether. They all leaped into the air, forcing their claws out to slaughter him. But then, Janshai extended his long scythe and then swung it in a circular motion, spinning at an incredible speed. Arth’s lips parted as he saw how the scythe instantly sliced the beasts on air, before they could even reach Janshai. One blink it only took, then dark-orange blood started raining over Janshai as the

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.

That is his way of life. "That’s Carter Horaze Villaraza." Sancha said this while secretly pointing to a man next to Zeeve. He appears to be cold and intimidating! His hair was neatly cut, and his defined cheekbones and concrete jaw stood out while he chewed his food. “Auxel Ryder Gallego.” My gaze was drawn to the other guy next to Carter; he looks so fine with his scythe-shaped brows and sea rover-blue eyes that are noticeable even from a distance.

Ann replied. “ I became your friend before she became your acquaintance, so you should definitely take mine too” Richard said. “Although you bullied me into becoming friends with you, I guess I could take yours too” Ann smirked. “ Wow, I hope you haven't forgotten who you are speaking to” Richard said. “ How can I forget a friend?” Ann said with sarcasm. “ Why do I get this scary feeling that I just walked into a sinking sand?” Richard said faking a shiver.

Our parents are used to our banter. “I see Mom gave you your gift. Well, let me give you my gift.” Dad says with a grin as he waves his hand, and shadows swarm around his hand. When the shadows disappear, there is a war scythe in his hands. It’s almost identical to his. Except where his has black details, mine has dark purple. The top part of the blade has jimpings as the blade curves toward where it meets the staff; it has dark purple bone-like fragments sticking from it. On the bottom of the staff, there is a badass-looking skull with purple jeweled eyes. “It’s time you had your own war scythe for reaping souls.”

But soon, she would understand the consequences of being miserly. One day, while Greta was mocking me as usual, Hilda gleefully watched on. She walked into the living room with a glass of water to keep her throat hydrated. However, her movements were cautious, and she shuffled around nervously. As she was about to sit down, I suddenly shouted, "Ah!" Startled, she plopped down onto the chair, and there was a loud popping sound. Hilda let out an ear-piercing scream. Trembling, she glanced downward and saw that her pants were completely soaked. Her eyes rolled back into her head, and she fainted on the spot.