Cool Scythes Novels & Stories

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. •••

The content now included an image of a scythe, similar to the one held by the Grim Reaper. "What does this scythe mean?" Austin asked, his brow furrowed. Ezra's eyes flickered with fear. "This is the Death Scythe, symbolizing the harvesting of lives. In the Shadow Web Syndicate's assassination orders, if a Death Scythe appears, it means that a top assassin from the Death List has taken an interest. Each scythe represents one top-tier assassin from the Death List." Austin's pupils contracted sharply. He suddenly understood why Ezra, usually so unflappable, was so visibly shaken.

It was looking for an opportunity to stop Adrian and Rozi's joint attack. The black scythe emanated with an air of death. It felt even colder than the air around them. A faint black aura could be seen around the scythe, seemingly made out of a singular soul locked within. The soul shrieked and wailed in pain. The scythe thirsted for human life, and it would lock the soul it reaped within itself for an eternity of suffering.

" Flo held her stomach while groaning in pain. A little blood was visible on her hand. “FLO!!” Alisa panicked to see her friend injured. “Why? Are you in pain, huh? That was my follow-up attack. And now look at this.” Santana shouted again, calling for the weapon. “LEVEL THREE!!” Red light emerged again from the gap between the handle and the blade of the scythe. It was the highest mode for the second generation of the technology created by the Politech company. “EAT THIS!!” ZAZAZAZAZAZAZA

"The Panni Infection. You still think the biology of the parent can save the biology of the child." "It’s not biology, Soma," Panni hissed, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "It’s a mother’s promise." Soma laughed—a sound like dry leaves skittering over a tombstone. "A promise is a sound wave, Panni. It dissipates. The Scythe is eternal." He spun the staff, the weighted end striking Panni in the ribs. She flew backward, hitting a basalt pillar with a sickening thud. The world went grey for a moment, the taste of copper filling her mouth.

“Do you know why? Because she doesn’t drain me. She feeds me. Just as I feed her. We are symbiosis. We are balance. We are what the books never predicted.” “The Council… the Council will want to know about this…” “The Council will find out soon enough.” I tilted my head. “And it will learn.” I extended my hand to the side, and the air tore open in violet and silver. My black scythe slid out of the pocket dimension, the ebony handle fitting perfectly in my palm. The curved blade gleamed, ancient runes pulsing in shades of violet. The leader looked at the scythe. Then at me. “That is… a scythe of death…”

I screamed, the smell of my pain and flesh as it burned, commingling the air to form a gut-wrenching fragrance. Without taking any time to think about it, I let my eyes meet my brother's. He was staring at me without a single hint of remorse, and beside him, a satisfied smirk sat on his mate's face. This was really it. There was no getting mercy. Not from my family and not from my pack. My eyes dropped closed as pain consumed me whole, and I whispered weakly. "Help me, Cassius." And just like that, darkness swept me under, my last breath floating behind me.

Death's scythe became enshrouded in smoke. [Die!] He yelled, swinging his scythe with such strength that the air itself seemed to rip open. A large chunk of the pursuing force was cut in half by the invisible part of the attack. While those who had avoided it got covered in the black smoke. The demons that survived soon fell to the ground, suffocating. The sight held the enemy back.

the scout reveals, "Often, and usually around the time Skye works there." I grip the edge of my desk, fighting back the surge of rage. How dare he? Skye is my daughter, she is my responsibility, not his. But even as I seethe in silent fury, I can't deny the cold knot of dread that is settling in my stomach. Jayleen Silver is a Lycan, more powerful than an ordinary werewolf. And if he is truly Skye's mate... it complicates things. "Keep an eye on them," I order, my voice turning icy. "And report back to me with every detail."

Though Kedrick, Taewi and I were protected by the raised walls and narrow entrances of the mining district, Alyx's position was isolated and easy to access. Fortunately for Alyx, it seemed as though Harlow only wanted to take revenge on me. He wasn't thinking tactically. "Well," I began, "I have a simple theory." ** The first Apollo screamed into the east end of the mining district at top speed, engine growling. Its body swivelled around, searching for its first target. Fourteen more Apollo followed it, members of Scythe Squadron prepared to sacrifice themselves to wipe us out. The lead Apollo seemed to pause for a moment before its head snapped towards my position.