Cool Scythes Novels & Stories

I tell her about life above the ground and try to respond as best as possible to her questions while I wait for the scythe. It doesn't take long for the scholar to return. The scythe is smaller than I expected. It has a straight handle, while the blade has the shape of a crescent moon and red. Different gems ornate the blade. When I touch it, I feel how powerful the scythe is. I put it in the messenger bag I have. I look at the Queen and make a small bow. “Thank you, Queen scorpion. I shall not forget this. The werewolves all around the world will hear about your kindness. If you even need our help, contact me. I am Elena Țepeș, from the Blood Moon Pack.”

cut Alexis, which made Michelle frown. "What? Tough meat? Stray cats?" Alexis thought it was a stray cat who happened to like to prey on rabbits. Without the slightest warning, Alexis gripped her large scythe and shot mercilessly at the hyenas. Slassshhh~ ... Slassshhh~ ... Slassshhh~ ... It was something no one had ever imagined. A very unusual scene is happening before Michelle's eyes, where a beautiful girl is slaying hordes of fierce forest predators using a scythe that is larger than her own body.

I nod my head and rev the throttle and try to catch up with Mystique. She manoeuvres again, leaping over a barbed wire fence. Shit! I brake hard; the bike going up onto the front tyre as I land back down. Mystique is a blur of black as she runs. The convoy comes to a stop behind me. I dismount from the bike and look at the fence in front of me. “What’s the holdup?” Scythe says as he comes up to my side and I point to the fence. He groans and walks away.

Wearing a blue dress, her delicate features resembled Thea’s. The moment she walked over to Sophie, she noticed the bizarrely-shaped scythe in front of Sophie. For some reason, she could feel a sense of familiarity with the scythe. Upon being reminded of the scythe within her body, her mind stirred, and a scythe materialized before her. Immediately, the it flew forward and blocked the bizarrely-shaped scythe that intended to deal Sophie the killing blow.

But Shane’s scent was here, clear as day. Shane spotted the rebels clan out near the edge of the village, looking across the pack. Shane only had two helpers backing him up, and with an attack force of only three, it stood to reason that he would be trying to go straight for the jugular by taking out the alpha. Moments later, Scar located Shane and his goons, creeping along on four legs downwind of the rebels, slowly advancing on to their direction , their tails twitching in impending attack.

Mathin parried. And suddenly Scy was there, a katana-like energy blade weaving like St. Elmo’s fire, interfering with the monster’s blade and luring it away while Mathin freed himself. Balanced on one foot, Mathin withdrew his own gun and stood ready to aid should Scy need it.

"Who's kicking Skye out of the company?!" I froze, stunned for a moment. 'Old Mr. Fraser?!'

As the applause died down, I took a deep breath and leaned over to him. “Let’s go mingle. It’s part of the job, right?” Favian raised an eyebrow but nodded. “Very well.” We descended from the stage, arm in arm again, and began moving through the crowd. Alphas and Lunas from various packs approached us, offering congratulations. Some looked genuinely pleased, while others seemed curious or even wary. It was all part of the game. I smiled, exchanged pleasantries, and shook hands, trying to keep my nerves in check.

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