Death Scythe Novels & Stories

It was eerie. “Who…who are you?” “Your helper.” The sculpture stood up from where he was and walked towards her. Her back was on the wall. There was nowhere to run to even if she did manage to muster the courage and presence of mind to. “I have been watching you, Annabel,” it said. “I see all.” “Please… plee… se, don’t kill me,” Annabel pleaded. “Why would I?” “You…you won’t?” Annabel had the look of shock on her face. Her hands still twitched and her lips trembled with fear, but the worst seemed to be over.

The photos. The recording. The report. Soon, all of it would reach Adrian. But not yet. Not here. Not while I was still close enough to be found. My assistant turned slightly in the front seat. “Ms. Vale, your flight boards in an hour. Should I shut down the old number?” I looked out at the fading line of New York and placed my hand over my stomach. “Yes,” I said. “Turn it off.” Scarlett Moretti died at her wedding. Stephanie Vale took her unborn child and her future with her.

My blows were so strong, vicious, and fierce that I could feel blood splashing on my face as my sword came into contact with their bodies, cutting them into two. Besides me, I saw the processor thrusting a gagged rock into the hearts of two soldiers who were trying to attack me from behind. I wheeled back in the same motion, then cut their heads with my sword. A loud yelling caught my attention. I spun back and saw three soldiers running towards me. "Soul killer Smith!" I yell involuntarily. I don't know how it happened, but the name just crossed my mind, and I suspected that it was the work of the soul nectar. Something like a luminary appears out of nowhere and covers the three soldiers at

I THOUGHT I WAS PREPARED TO SEE THAT, BUT IT WASN'T THE CASE. I should have seen it coming. It wasn't as shocking as Avy's death, but still. Daisuke Maël Maximillian. The great Prince between the greatest. It was his dagger that killed me. I don't know exactly how it happened. How I got attacked, but it was his dagger and pretty much his doing. But the worst part is: I'll die in two years.

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

Its hunger throbbed - dark, pulsing, wanting out. No. The Duskbane Grimoires were clear: the Scythe was a weapon of eclipse. Summon it under night, invite the darkness to consume the wielder's soul. A sun-weapon. Tonight, I was on my own. A metallic clink erupted from behind the practice dummies. I didn't turn. Didn't break stride. I sent a Threadbare filament behind me like a spider's web. It brushed something cold, hard, moving fast. "Ten of you," I murmured, voice low, aristocratic silk. "And here I thought the Shadow Syndicate had some pride left."

Hesitated, his subordinates asked, "Chief, he's willing to pay so much. Why not take the money and let them go? K doesn't have to know." Despite the temptation, Scarface rebuked his subordinate with a slap, cautioning, "Idiot! If K gets wind of this, we're finished." After his reprimand, he raised his gun and fired at Caleb. The muzzle of the gun was a terrifying sight, but Caleb managed to dodge it just in time, narrowly escaping the bullet. "Caleb!" Ember cried out, losing her composure and rushing to his side. Scarface, taken aback, remarked, "I didn't expect you to be so agile, dodging a bullet like that. You're lucky this time, but there won't be a next."

With its creepy smile and lustful eyes, she held her sword up where it turns into a death scythe. “It’s time to take what I came here for.” Whispering, but more like drawing a death call, she added. “I shall now take your very life.” Swaying the scythe fast and quickly as she could not do anything, but watch her demise unfold unto her eyes. Her soul is snatched away from her body as it glows into the prominent white glow and where she holds it in her hand while giggling and loving every dread and beat of her accomplishment.

He lunged for the bathroom to make himself throw up, but a sharp, searing pain had already erupted in his gut. "You crazy—" He gasped, barely forcing the words out. But Adeline just kept smiling—a cold, empty smile. She picked up the fruit knife from the coffee table and plunged it into his chest. Over and over. "Anyone who toys with a true heart deserves to die." When her strength gave out, she collapsed to the floor, sobbing. Dark, blood-red liquid spilled from her lips as she opened her mouth. Then she fell still. Her eyes stayed open, staring at nothing.

Scarlett. I watched the crowd disperse, and the cold began to seep into my bones. They had left me out here to die. I did not mean to kill anyone. I just wanted to get away. I was tired of everything, and I wanted to get away. I looked around me, teeth chattering, hoping someone would take pity on me, but no one was there. Everyone had left. I was forgotten. Bet they were all waiting until I die and my corpse becomes frozen before they come and help. I wanted to tug at the mate bond, but how they looked at me before they left discouraged me. If they had doubts about Bianca's allegations, this was an apparent offence. I had indeed drugged the reservoir, and it had led to deaths. I was a mass