Death Scythe Novels & Stories

I try to shake my head free of the thoughts, when Lyra comes charging at me. "There you are! I thought Luca murdered you!" she explains as she splashes her drink around. "No way. I thought for sure Maeve had murdered Luca!" Rowan says as he comes up behind Lyra. He slams a drink into my hand, and then Lucas, just as Seyla makes it up the hill joining us.

Jumbo let out an eccentric laugh as he wheeled that casserole-sized fist of his and slammed it towards Chasing Wind, who dodged with his swift movements. Given the situation, he was not in the mood to have a dogfight with Jumbo. He just wanted to save Pawn’s life. However, just as Chasing Wind found an opening and managed to bypass Jumbo, a black shadow suddenly descended from the sky. It was Spectre. He carried a meter-long scythe in his hand, like a grim reaper. As the scythe tore through the air, it was as if the attack could literally rip the air apart. Instantly, Spectre forced Chasing Wind to step back.

How could I stop my mind from constantly wondering who the hell that male was in the trunk that night? I stare at the large grim reaper on his back, there is an hourglass in his hands instead of the usual scythe. Time was more a weapon than that was and they wanted their enemies to know when their time was up. Something like that. There are rumors of them carving an hourglass into the flesh of their enemies and I want to believe its just a myth.

Among them, there were many Lv 9 Agility experts, and most of them were half-step to the Spirit. "Buzz..." Another bloodcurdling scream could be heard, and as the blood on the disciple's body flew away, everyone saw what was happening. It was a huge skeleton undead about the height of two people. There were huge white bone wings on the back of it. Although the wings were flapping up and down, it was impossible for it to fly, when it was waving, it was as if sharp swords were being wielded. The horrible sharpness was very shocking. In the opponent's bone claws, there was a rusty scythe sword. It looked creepy. The expert could not even resist one of his moves. He was directly cut in half by t

I said "Go ahead kill me kill me you bastard" he yelled "With pleasure" I said and shot him straight to his forehead. His head hung low as he stopped breathing. Blood was everywhere but i loved the scene. "Finally" I laughed evily Chapter 43 Justin/Antonio The dead bodies of Jack and Whitney looked funny, the bodies didn't look real. The bullets created visible holes in thier bodies and the way blood was gushing out was like a running tap. Oh well maybe I'm seeing things. I need to get thier bodies out of here. I untied Jack's body from the chair and began dragging him when the door burst open and several policemen came into the room.

Except for one. One of the grim reapers is watching the whole battle from a thick branch of a tree. She's just sutting there comfortably while sipping the sweet water inside the coconut. "Hmm," She moaned in happiness as soona s she finished her drink. She clasped her hands and then smiled. "Maybe it's time for me to join the battle," She said and summoned her scythe. Her scythe has an unusual form. It is a little rusty and a little too small for a normal scythe. Its blade is also uspide down as if it was not made to kill.

Helen swung the whip and it landed on Scarlett 's back just where her scar runs down and it bleed , she let out a cry as the pain ran down her spine . Deaths was much better she thought, this was to hard to bear as tears ran down her cheek, if only her legs and hands weren't tied , she probably do something to help herself. She watched as Helen switched whip to another one with about six sharp mouths , her heart broke as it landed on her chest this time around, she screamed out in tears that shook the dungeon " please just kill me ." " we are getting somewhere" Helen said as she laughed hysterically " Let her be ." Damon said as he walked in removing his eyes immediately after his eyes lande

It was looking for an opportunity to stop Adrian and Rozi's joint attack. The black scythe emanated with an air of death. It felt even colder than the air around them. A faint black aura could be seen around the scythe, seemingly made out of a singular soul locked within. The soul shrieked and wailed in pain. The scythe thirsted for human life, and it would lock the soul it reaped within itself for an eternity of suffering.

I step to the right, to the left and backwards as if I’m dancing as I dodge the lasers and the few I couldn’t dodge, I use my Death Scythe to deflect it “How long are you going to keep that up?” “As long as it takes to wear you the fuck out” She drops down in front of me with speed and shoots a large laser beam at me. I use my scythe to shield myself from the laser. The impact slowly push me back as she keeps increasing the strength of the laser trying to burn through my scythe

Yet they hovering in the skey in circles like a child greeting his father after not seeing him for a long time or a courageous weakling warning the world from evil that has already comes, looking at those stupid feathered animals acting like this, a sudden idea take shape and a grim reaper with his scythe wearing a long black hoody, with some dark fog swirling around him. Inside the hoody, there is two bright green flames like eyes gazing at the horizon, while his bony fingers holding his scythe that look like a crescent moon with its edge that look like it being sharpened by a mountain, and its other wooding half looking filthy and old, a big contrast but being held by a creature that loo