Demonic Scythe Novels & Stories

Damon rubbed his eyes. He wanted to believe that. It was stupid, really. If this whole thing with talking was just meant to get him to drop his guard, then it was working. Wasn’t he smarter than this? He tried to pull his anger and hate forward, to shield himself from unfortunate emotions—but he was so tired of being angry. He sighed as he turned toward her. "How many witches are in Scanthin ?” “I only know about one,And that is me Scarlett." Scar murmured, holding herself tightly.Damon advanced on her and she backed into the wall, staring up at him with wide eyes. “Why should I believe you?”

This was where the demon would attempt its final ascension, seizing complete control over Alex's body and soul. Without wasting a moment, Mia and Heartman began the ancient chants, their voices harmonizing with an ethereal resonance that filled the chamber. The words reverberated through the air, a powerful incantation designed to weaken the demon's grip and dismantle the altar. But just as the chants reached a crescendo, the ground beneath them began to tremble. The stone floor cracked open, and Alex emerged, flanked by his loyal followers who had been twisted and corrupted by the demon's influence. Their eyes glowed with a sinister crimson light, and the air crackled with malevolent energy

He held it in his hands as his black wings emerged out from his back and spread themselves. He shone bright as he held his scythe in his hands. Everyone looked at him. Kurosava couldn't open his eyes anymore.Lucas raised his scythe and sliced his body in two halves. He fell on the ground as he stared at Ethan. Ethan looked back at him. Lucus rose higher towards the moon as the scythe shone black-- turning into a spear and he flew towards Kurosava at full speed. He smirked as he took out a knife and pointed it towards the speeding up angel of death.

As soon as the demon's blood-red skull became visible, Rhychard swung the sword as if hitting a fastball out of the ballpark. "No!" Laci screamed, but Rhychard tired of waiting. The demonic power that had been stored inside the blade sliced through the air, striking the demon in the forehead and yanking him the rest of the way out of Jayden, sending him soaring across the circle to smack into the invisible wall on the other side with a loud thud. Jayden's body crumpled to the ground, unconscious. "Renny! Now!" Rhychard yelled. Renny flew across the circle, her arms already summoning her power as she reached Baltabek. Tansy reached out and broke the salt circle, just as Renny took a step, and

“You have to cut the connection!” “I can’t— it’s inside me!” He reached her in a blur, grabbing her wrist and forcing her hand downward. Their fingers overlapped around the scythe’s handle, the combined power of their essence igniting the weapon in brilliant light. “Then we sever it together!” They drove the scythe downward, plunging it into the ground. Light exploded from the point of impact, tearing through the corrupted energy in violent, sweeping arcs. The entity shrieked, its form fracturing into shards of black glass that screamed as they fell.

I had to move fast. I turned through the pages of the spell book with shaky hands until I finally settled on what I was searching for. “Thrakos, Demon of the Underworld, Lord of Hell,” I whispered, my fingers tracing the forbidden verse. “He who commands the forbidden flames of the devil's domain,” my voice grew louder, desperation etched in my eyes, "I call thee, Thrakos. I summon thee to the mortal realm. Kneel before–” The sound of thunder cracking cut me short before I could complete my words. The ground began to rumble and the circle I had engraved on the ground expanded outwards as dark smoke clouded the entire place.

They're insanely dangerous once they go bersek in a battle as they assures their comrades that they will leave their enimies in pieces or in dust. Shane's smirk as he fall deeper in love with violence and blood gets creeppier and creepier. His laughter soon echoed in the air the moment he has taken down a hundred low ranked demons "Die, die, die!" He screamed in the air the moment he switch into scythe. He charged towards another horde of demons and impulsively swung his scythe with all his might. Demons must stay in hell forever. There is no room for them in the surface of the Earth. Shane said to himself as he continues swaying with his weapon.

high-level demons have the ability to quickly self-healing, doomed to their fight will be a thousand times more intense than the most valiant human beings, the most deceitful and brutal beasts. Wielding a massive black scythe the length of his body, Agarez demolished the small remaining half of the intact castle, like a dragon that had broken into a human town and wreaked havoc in a great war of flags and reckless destruction, there wasn't even a single rock intact under his feet. Dense, horribly shaped black tentacles spread out and stabbed towards Agarez, whose stance seemed to quickly weave through them like a ghost, cutting them off with the giant scythe in his hand.

The dark, thick strings danced wildly, slowly compressing together, forming into a long, demonic scythe. Arth widened his eyes, amazed. He never expected Janshai to be a reaper. Janshai grabbed the scythe and then gave it a quick spin before he made his stance. The three devilions lunged at Janshai altogether. They all leaped into the air, forcing their claws out to slaughter him. But then, Janshai extended his long scythe and then swung it in a circular motion, spinning at an incredible speed. Arth’s lips parted as he saw how the scythe instantly sliced the beasts on air, before they could even reach Janshai. One blink it only took, then dark-orange blood sta

making multiple cuts appear on Merka's body. The scythe on her hands glow with every drop of blood landing on the ground... Merka felt cold fear...as wasn't as pompous as she was previously. "Please spare me...I beg you..." Merka fell to the ground in pure fright as she continued begging Madeline. Madeline ignored Merka pleas as she raised her scythe.... "This is where you die...." Bang! The scythe shook violently like it had hitted a hard rock. Madeline looked up to see Damien, and the scythe on his left shoulder. He was completely unharmed as he stared at Madeline silently.