Death Scythe Novels & Stories

His grip whipped the sled to the left, making it careen down into the ditch we were trying to steer past. “Trey!!!” I listened on in horror as he quickly disappeared from view, his screams being the only thing following me down and away, the commotion waking two zombies down near the bottom of the ditch. No! NO! No! Please! Trey!! I was still tense and frozen in place as the moment Trey was yanked away replayed in slow motion over and over...

“Alone. Against all of us.” “Alone.” I confirmed. “You seven. The guards. The executioners.” I spun the scythe, the blade gleaming. “Still, I think I’m at an advantage.” “Kill him!” ordered the white-haired elder. The guards advanced. The first died before taking two steps. My scythe cut through the air in a violet arc, and he fell, his chest open. The second tried to flank me, but my tail intercepted him, the arrowhead point burying in his eye. The third raised a crossbow with silver darts, I dodged the first dart, the second, and on the third I threw my scythe, which spun in the air and buried itself in his chest.

Snapping my scythe open I nodded to him as we entered the fray. As if the world stopped holding its breath, everyone around us unfroze at once, a bullet whizzing past my ear as I turned to face the Nephilim coming up behind me. I swung viciously at him, but he dodged in time, my scythe doing little more than nick his shoulder. He snarled at me, baring his teeth in rage as he spread his wings. Lunging at me I parried him, my scythe clashing with his sword, the metal squealing as it slid against each other. Locked in a stalemate I desperately looked for ways to gain the upper hand, hearing Liam engaged in a fight of his own behind me. A fierce cry cut the air, and it was the distraction I need

Stephen leaped on him, taking him down with him. "Steph". Ace called him but it was late. Callum saw his eyes flashing yellow. A bright yellow. Pupils dilated. Stephen had Adam's neck exposed as his fangs elongated and the last thing Callum saw was those fangs sinking in the crook of Adam's neck and then he lost his consciousness. It was too much for him. "Tsk tsk tsk. You let your wolf overpower you". Zol said unamused. Though they didn’t put any charge on Stephen for killing Adam, because they knew Adam had few things on his hands to be taken care of. But they were kind of disappointed.

Cobra regarded him for a while and sighed, "I'm sorry about your father. He was already dead when I arrived at the scene." "I know," Bryce gritted his teeth. "I also know who killed him and I want her dead. No matter what it costs, she must die." "Queen Scorpion?" Cobra asked. Bryce nodded, "How did you know?" "You were mumbling her name in your subconscious state. But she is just one little girl. How was she able to bring down the Wild Stallions? I still find it hard to believe," Cobra explained. "She had help," Bryce replied. "I want them all dead; every single one of them should be killed."

Her finger hovered over the first card before she turned it over. Staring up at me was a skeleton dressed in a dark, billowing cloak. The scythe in its hand was razor sharp, dripping with blood. At their feet were bodies, all strewn across the ground. My mouth went dry at the word printed at the bottom. Death. How fitting, I thought bitterly.

Kyron screamed as he pulled Keefe away and shielded his best friend with his own body. SLASH! SPLASH! The white tip of the giant scythe was drenched in blood. Blood splattered in the air and fell to the ground. Keefe and Kyron's bodies rolled on the ground. Kyron's body weighed down on Keefe's. He tried to get up and shifted his body, trembling. His back was drenched in blood, and his flesh was torn apart until his back was badly injured. Kyron's spine was cut off, so it was difficult for him to move due to the severed nerves. Blood gushed from his wound, forming a red puddle on the ground.

In their black robes, faces hidden and holding the scythe to steal the souls of whoever skin they would graze. “What the…” They took a step back, contemplating the situation. And to worsen it, Katastrofi, stabbed his scythe on the ground, using another spell, “Dirge For The Dead.” The ground cracked and the souls of the fallen soldiers from previous wars began to emerge, rotten to nothingness as their skeleton was left. He not only brought angels of death but also an army of dead skeletons, tougher than a human being. To eradicate all of them, he was not holding back this time. Ready to eliminate them.

Granted, Jamie and Christian had done experiment after experiment on tissue samples to try to find something that could kill a Hybrid and had continuously come up short, but they probably didn’t know there was a chance scandium could kill her--or who knows what other elements the Vampires might’ve put into that explosion. Brandon was growing more desperate in his rock moving, shouting and cussing at people to come and help. A lot of the wounded were healed now, the Healers having done their best. Jo looked over her shoulder and saw Scott and Cale both kneeling next to Ping. Scott saw her staring and slowly shook his head. “Anyone else?” she asked him through her IAC. “No, he’s the only one,”

Balanced on one foot, Mathin withdrew his own gun and stood ready to aid should Scy need it. He didn’t. As relentless as death and hurricane-swift, he wove a dizzying light show around the were-beast that was every bit as skilled as Mathin’s. Fireworks exploded from their dueling blades, then the were-beast staggered. Scy’s blade leapt forward and impaled itself deep within the monster. Without a trace of remorse, Scy held it there until it had sizzled a black hole within the body cavity, burning away lungs and organs. The stink of burning hair and charred meat filled the air, and the were-beast’s eyes dimmed, then finally went dark. He was dead.