Cool Scythes 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…”

He screamed down at his men to stop them. "What is that?" Calista inquired as she heard a gun shot from the back of the building. "Hurry up everyone, they are after Skye!" Waen exclaimed over the line that is connected to each of their men's earpiece. The policeman dragged me out of this narrow exit, we are approaching the dark forest and only a dim shine of the half moon serves as our light. The policeman turned on his small flashlight and handed it to me as we are still hurriedly running in as fast as we can in this endless forest.

It was carved into the shape of a smiling Bhramuth, and the warmth of her skin lingered on it. Now, without the pendant, Charlotte finally saw her colleagues, who had been there all along. "We have plenty of employees here. From now on, you'll be working with them," I told her. I clapped my hands happily as I watched terror spread across her face. "What is happening? What are these things?" Charlotte screamed. The workshop was crowded with ghosts. At that moment, they were all sizing her up. They looked disturbing—headless men, women with missing limbs, and even malformed infants. No one could witness such a sight and remain unshaken.

" I wondered who it was that had used my phone to send these messages after I died. I tried my best to recall what happened after I entered the basement. However, I could not remember anything else other than the sound of something heavy dropping onto the floor. The lights in the basement were kept on for the next few days. Layla was focused on carving a plaster head using a carving knife. She traced the eye on the head carefully with the sharp tip of the knife. The facial features on the plaster head felt so familiar that it made Layla pause. Her hands trembled slightly. Philip walked over to her and gave her a nod of approval. He pointed to the sculpture of a human figure standing in a cor

My enchantment doesn't affect it, so I enchanted Hessuel instead to make him mightier. He engulfs the reaper's head and rips it apart from its body, so as for the arms and back before he throws it away from me. Good thing, the reaper doesn't have flesh and blood, only a cluster of clays that are now scattered. Hessuel gets rid of it until it's motionless. He shifts into his intelligence and smashes the scythe. "Thanks!" he said to me. All I could do was support him! Having a dog alongside is a real help.

"It’s part of me now. Can't you feel it? The air... it feels like silk. I can hear the waves before they hit the shore. I can hear your heart, Julian. It’s beating in the key of C-minor." ​Julian stepped toward me, his hands raised as if approaching a wild animal. "That’s the Fever. The Scythe isn't a weapon you carry; it’s a parasite that feeds on the user’s history. Every second you hold it, it’s drinking your memories of this life to fuel its edge." ​I looked at the blade. "Is that why you were so cold as the Duke? Because you’ve held it before?"

Chase shot out backward like a cannonball and crashed hard into a tree. "Bastard!" Chase struggled to stand. There was a dent in his chest, and it felt like his internal organs were squashed. He was in great pain. "Either you or I will die today, Chase Collins!" Scoot grunted coldly. The vital energy in his body boiled, forming a burning golden flame that scorched the plants all around him. He leaped into the air and raised his blade high. The blade was burning furiously, powerful heat emanating from it.

"You're full of shit. I'd like to see just how long you manage to keep this form up. You know just as well that there's a price to pay for having such power." "To hell with you!" Maddox paid Wilbur's words no mind, letting out a loud growl as his scythes lit up even more brightly with spiritual flames and he brought them down on Wilbur in a cross pattern. "Darkness Falls: Cross Assassination!" The gigantic scythes swung downward with terrifying spiritual energy, their sheer size causing Maddox to retreat backward himself. The power of these scythes was ruthless, razor-sharp, and terrifying. It sliced through the air, letting out a piercing howl.

I repeated her. "Yes, Hyun Ki. Did you forget that Lord Inferno has a soul weapon in the form of a black scythe that can take out the spirit of life. I read about it in your personal library." Aphrodite explained that to me. "But I can't see the scythe on you, Lord Minami." Aphrodite's speech was disdainful, she looked at Minami and smiled again. "Don't tell me you couldn't pull the scythe out." "This girl is really annoying, I'll—"

“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.