Cool Scythes Novels & Stories

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.

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.

Scars already marking his skin knowing silver affects wolf very much. “Your friend is stupid, Eve. She thinks that she can take you from me. No one, I repeat, no one will take you from me. You’re mine and only mine.” Eve felt her whole world darkens when she felt a strong whiff of wind as a large axe had been slam next to her. Eve knew what was cut but she couldn’t, she didn’t want to believe it but she had to see it. Her body shivers as she turns. A pain so unbearable, emotion so deep with guilt and anguish just burst from her chest. She started screaming like a woman possessed seeing Ariadne’s lifeless eyes looking back at her like Damien. Her head is separated from her body and Vlad was k

"Okay, okay, easy. I’m just telling you about my favorite event of the day. Relax and keep yourself calm. I’m not sure if you’ll like what I’ll say next…" I think I know what he’ll say. The agency wants me to accept the offer because I’d clearly stated my disgust when it was offered. "Tic wanted you to accept the offer." Tic is short for Terror-In-Closet. The guy that I inadvertently caused a scandalous incident with. I think I’m still absent-minded that I didn’t straighten my facts.

Scott said as he snapped a fruit from its branch. He was about to toss it into his mouth when Veronica looked down at him and suddenly screamed. And with one jump, she was down from the tall tree, standing on her feet. Her scream shocked Scott and he shrieked in fear as he saw how she jumped down from such a tall tree and how her eyes lit up with what looked like fire, scaring him more. She immediately snatched the pretty-looking fruit from him and tossed it far away from them. “You should be careful, don't just eat anything!” She exclaimed but Scott was too shocked to say anything he just stood there transfixed, staring at her.

They used silver-mercury mist, a cloud of neurotoxins that turned the snow into a boiling, acidic sludge. "Mommy!" Leo shrieked, his small fists hooks in my blazer. I didn't have a wolf. I didn't have two hands. I had a silver dagger and a dying Alpha chained to my ribs. I shoved Leo behind me, the chain singing as it snapped taut against my hip. I moved with a disjointed, frantic speed, my one good hand driving the silver dagger into the throat of the first Fear scout to crest the ridge. Blood sprayed—hot, metallic, sizzling in the cracks of the ice.

he muttered, and crawled forward. A boy stared up through the emergency hatch—acne, braces, eyes like coins and waved. Scott waved back at him, and a girl beside him clutched a plush koala and didn’t blink. “kid’s it’s o.k. I am one of the good guys.” Scott climbed onto his knees as he pulled himself onto the top of the coach. He unsheathed his sword from the towel, unwinding it. Demonslayer slid into his hand with Familiar weight and balance. He twirled the claymore with his right hand.

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.