Death Scythe Novels & Stories

"You're full of shit. I'd like to see just how long you manage to keep this form up. You know just as well that there's a price to pay for having such power." "To hell with you!" Maddox paid Wilbur's words no mind, letting out a loud growl as his scythes lit up even more brightly with spiritual flames and he brought them down on Wilbur in a cross pattern. "Darkness Falls: Cross Assassination!" The gigantic scythes swung downward with terrifying spiritual energy, their sheer size causing Maddox to retreat backward himself. The power of these scythes was ruthless, razor-sharp, and terrifying. It sliced through the air, letting out a piercing howl.

The scythe that resembled the weapon that the Grim Reaper had always held was held in one hand by a charming-looking girl. Yep. She is Alexis. Several vampires who saw Alexis silently stared at her. Alexis smiled sweetly at them. "All right, dear uncles, wanna have some fun with me?" One of the vampires walked up to Alexis. "Hey, what is a pretty girl doing with such a dangerous thing? If you really want to have fun, we can do--" Slasssshhhh~... Just a single swing of Alexis's scythe cut the two vampires in front of her apart and turned them straight to ashes.

She's dead drunk, i tell you. "Okay, she's dead,” Chaz commented when Suzanne head fell down on the table. Zsalliah sighed and help her sister sit properly and she also the one help Suzanne drink the water. "Someone should take her home right now." Bryle says. He’s the last one who came back here.

His eyes were an amazing shade of gold, and just now they sparkled with the dark promise of death. Almost too fast to follow his movements, the dark-haired man crossed the room with its crumbling plaster walls and stood behind the wolf with two curved, ornate hand sickles already in his hands. The soft ringing of metal resounded as he swung with expert precision, not even brushing her hair with his blades while he decapitated her tormenter. The head that had just been level with hers went one direction, while the hands gripping her arms fell away and the body toppled to the floor on her other side. Her mouth fell open in stunned horror, then clamped firmly shut again as she was sprayed with

He looked like he was about to say something, but he was cut off when he started coughing violently. He spat out a mouthful of blackened blood. It made for a gruesome sight against the white carpet. Felix stared at the blood in disbelief before he jerked his head up to look at me. "Why?" I set my wine glass down and looked down at him from the tip of my nose. "I'm just fulfilling my responsibility as a mother." Felix's eyes widened when he finally registered my words. The wolfsbane worked quickly, especially since Felix had been caught completely off-guard. It didn't take long before he crumpled to the ground.

"If you really want to, I can totally send you to the afterlife right now. I don't mind at all! The f*e is a lot higher, of course, since killing students breaks the Academy rules." I slowly reach my hand behind my back. Thick, freezing black smoke starts to twist around my fingers. The air in the room turns heavy and hard to breathe. It smells like cold dirt and graveyards. "But don't worry about the cost!" I reassure them cheerfully. "According to the rules of the Grim Reaper, I will just inherit all of your earthly assets. That means I get your cash, your real estate, and even your surviving family members to cover the bill!" My fingers wrap around the invisible, bone-chilling handle of m

"Some nights are made for torture, or reflection, or the savoring of loneliness"- Poppy Z. Brite. Rose's POV: My body shook as silent cries of agony escaped me. Mr. Victor just stood there, frozen, thunderstruck, angry. His eyes were glued to Madeline's pale, lifeless face. His eyes were red, which made his turquoise irises stand out more, making him look hauntingly devastated. He let out a roar and shoved me away from her. My back hit the cold floor with a loud thud as a searing pain shot through from my spine.

At that moment… The purple liquid rose from the crack of the ground and created a weapon akin to a scythe. No, it was too similar to the grim reaper scythe that she knew. ‘Don’t tell me…’ The purple scythe emerged from Anubis’s back. The shadow rose from Anubis’s back yet he was too focused on the targets in front of him. “No, NO!” Busaba screamed when she knew what would happen next. “ANUBIS!!!!”

The ground trembled. Scorpio’s skeletal body exploded upward, his dark brown exoskeleton gleaming under the scorching desert sun. His tail arced high and then slammed into me straight through the center of my chest as the shield faltered for only a second too long. Pain didn’t even register at first. I just… stopped. Stopped breathing. Stopped thinking. “Manolya, no!” I heard Pelin cry, but it felt like her voice came from far away, muffled and unreachable.

She was filled with a sense of hopelessness and despair, knowing that she was now at the mercy of the lycan king. Despite her fear, Scarlett refused to give up. She still believed that Tobias was responsible for the massacre of her family, and she was determined to prove her innocence and clear her name. She would stop at nothing to see justice served, even if it meant putting her own life at risk. As Tobias took her into a confined small chamber, she felt a growing sense of discomfort. The room was dimly lit and had heavy curtains on the windows, creating an eerie atmosphere that was only heightened by the strong scent of his perfume. The lycan king's gaze was intense and seemed to bore int