Death Scythe Novels & Stories

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

Ezekiel breathed out as he pulled the second fragment of the Sword of the Doombringer from the current owner. He pulled his sword and smiled at the level of destruction he had caused in this world. The Scythe of Death vibrated in his grip, but the power continued to flow smoothly as if Ezekiel's level of darkness was slowly catching up with the darkness that powered the Scythe.

I am halfway down the corridor when the lights go out. The sconce at the far end dies first, a sharp pop and a shower of sparks that rain down onto the flagstones like a tiny, brief snowfall. The one behind me follows half a second later. The darkness that drops is not the gradual dark of evening but the absolute black of a house whose wiring has just surrendered to the storm. I stop walking. My hand finds the wall to my right, the stone rough and cool under my palm, and I wait for my eyes to adjust.

the man in front sneered, exchanging a knowing glance with his companions. They fanned out, surrounding her, cutting off any avenue of escape. "No need to be scared, baby," he whispered, his breath hot and fetid on her face. "Let me take you to heaven…" He lunged. But before his hands could grasp her, Isabella reacted, her movements fueled by adrenaline and desperation. She drew the knife from her sleeve in a swift motion, slashing at the man's arm with a yell. “Don't touch me!" "Damn, this one's got claws!" he growled, but instead of recoiling, his grin widened, a perverse admiration gleaming in his eyes as he stared at the blood welling on his skin.

"The High Council has realized that 'Destiny' failed to catch you. So, they are going to use the Authenticity of your Doubt. They are going to prove that the 'Sovereignty' is just a series of desperate choices made by two people who are terrified of being alone" From the liquid smoke of the ceiling, a figure descended. He did not walk; he Hesitated into existence. He was a being of Silver-Oil and Translucent Shadows, his face a shifting blur of everyone I had ever lost. He held a Scythe of Cold Glass, its blade etched with the exact dates and times of every "No" I had ever whispered in the dark.

I was able to take hold of the scythe and with my powers, I began to lift it off his neck slowly. He wasn't noticing any of it. Just when he saw what was going on, he yelled in anger but it was too late for him. I flung off the scythe away from Kaden into the crowd of foot soldiers behind him. They were unable to act before the scythe descended on all of them and beheaded a few. Two of them fell to the floor Instantly. "No!" Dennison yelled, trying to raise it again but I held it down. "Attack!" Alpha Aurel yelled and soon enough, the warriors were running towards him and his warriors.

Vsevolod chastises me. “You’ve worked under more unsteady conditions than this, I’m sure I was fine,” I say as I stare at the engraving of a scythe on the bullet. What the fuck is going on? “I think I was shot by the assassin they call Scythe…” I say, my voice trailing off. Vsevolod looks over at the bullet with a surprised expression. “I’m surprised he was such a lousy shot,” he says with a tone of disappointment. “Well, I had just stabbed him in the gut with an aconite-laced dagger,” I say simply.

If Yule could cut Derek’s and Polaris’ souls apart, Derek would lose his ability of malignancy. No wonder Derek had broken the scythe apart and hid its parts. He knew it all this time. The only weapon that could kill him was the Nyx scythe. Their fight got more and more intense. It was difficult for me to cope up to their attacks and the speed with which they cannoned into one another. Yule’s wolf was trying to pacify Killian, while Yule was trying to pierce the scythe into his heart. Yuki formed itself from the fire lit on the grounds and distracted the shadow eaters while Hikari forced his way into the portal.

No one would suspect you and they would usually talk and act recklessly in front of you. “The weapon,” It was a scythe. A retractable scythe that could tear heavy metals like paper and pierce through anything even the soul. Using it, they can open treasures long-buried and kill anyone like nobody's business. It's a precious little thing. And it's in the rightful and very capable hands. Me. •••

Death's scythe became enshrouded in smoke. [Die!] He yelled, swinging his scythe with such strength that the air itself seemed to rip open. A large chunk of the pursuing force was cut in half by the invisible part of the attack. While those who had avoided it got covered in the black smoke. The demons that survived soon fell to the ground, suffocating. The sight held the enemy back.