Cool Scythes Novels & Stories

Ezekiel breathed out as he pulled the second fragment of the Sword of the Doombringer from the current owner. He pulled his sword and smiled at the level of destruction he had caused in this world. The Scythe of Death vibrated in his grip, but the power continued to flow smoothly as if Ezekiel's level of darkness was slowly catching up with the darkness that powered the Scythe.

A family was given a gift of a huge cactus. They gave it a place of honour in the dining room,and soon noticed a strange phenomenon-it appeared to be breathing! In and out,in and out,ever so slightly the sides of the huge plant were moving. The mother decided to check it out with the local botanical society, and she gave them a ring. She described the"breathing"to the cactus expert at the society, who gasped and told the mother to 'GET IT OUT OF THE HOUSE NOW!' She dropped the phone and ran to get the plant out into the garden. As soon as she got it outside,the cactus exploded and 20,000 scorpions spilled out all over the lawn!

“Show it. Control your fear, or it controls you.” Avery nodded, stepping forward. The shadows writhed around her feet, forming jagged spikes and sudden swirls. She focused, letting her instincts guide the scythe. Every swing was calculated, every movement precise. She cut through one shadow after another, creating a path toward the corrupted mass.

He simply turned into a small parking lot with bright colored lights. I froze. “No way,” I whispered. “We’re getting ice cream?” “Yes.” “Alaric—” “No arguments,” he cut in gently. “Your brain is melting. You need a distraction.” I bit my lip, fighting a smile I didn’t mean to feel. Of all things… ice cream? He got out and opened my door like I was breakable glass. The shop smelled like sugar, vanilla, and childhood. Warm. Safe. The exact opposite of the palace.

I plunged my hand into the dark, grasping a handle of frozen starlight and bone. As I hauled it out, the air temperature plummeted. The massive, six-foot curve of the Reaper's Scythe manifested, its bone-white steel humming with the screams of a thousand forgotten ghosts. I didn't run. I flickered, activating my Shadow Evasion Skill. The world turned into a gray smear for a microsecond. I reappeared in front of the girl just as the Bao-Feng's shadow eclipsed her. I swung the scythe in a brutal, gravity-defying arc.

The facility was silent as a tomb. Concrete walls, no windows, air that tasted like disinfectant an old fear. I had been in places like this before. They all smelled the same when you stripped away the bleach. Earlier Kael had come and he took Theo away to another room. The front doors blew inward with a roar of splintered metal and alarms, security scrambled, weapons raised, deep down I knew it was Lucien. He moved through them like a storm fast, brutal, precise. An S-class Alpha not on Suppressants was a natural disaster.

Not thinking twice, with my palms, I guided the c*m from flying off, and in a moment, my skin was dazzling fine with the white sticky fluid. I continued stroking, faster, harder, and I continued to drizzle. "Lola!" I gasped, giving myself a slow high pressure stroke from base to tip. "Lola...Lola...Lola," I continued to mutter her name under my breath, imagining that she was right in front of me, sucking on her tongue in pleasant surprise at the sight of the show I couldn't stop myself from putting up. I shut my eyes tighter, then I heard her voice. "Watch it. I want you to watch."

Azulthaël said, scowling once more. Dashing forward, green sword in hand at the ready, Azulthaël flipped forwards over the body of the scorpion, slashing across its head, the beast screeched as the blade cut across a soft spot, exposing flesh, as Azulthaël went to flip over the scorpion once more, the scorpion flicked its tail gland around, hitting him mid flip, sending him off course before hitting the sand hard, slowly rolling to a stop.

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.

His attack gives me recourse to kill him. I hear a screech and a snap, "I've been dreaming of doing that for months! Go to hell, Karen." Lacy drops the old women's body. I see she had the syringe in her other hand. It looks like Karen was trying to save the Jerichos with one of her drug and herb cocktails.