Demonic Scythe Novels & Stories

“That’s AIDS! You’re harming someone’s life!” “I saw how your son disturbed others during the movie! He even stabbed someone with a needle! That’s really despicable, how could a child be this evil?”

How did they know we'd be here? *Lynn!* Vincent called through the link. *What do we do? They keep coming! This is not a normal attack.* Lynn groaned. *I don't kno-* Claws dug into Lynn's arms, and the wolf bore its fangs into her neck. "LYNN!" Vincent yelled when Lynn let out a scream. He ran to help her, but let out a pained howl when he was stabbed from behind with silver. He turned around and ripped the Werewolf's head off.

He held his phone and watched the video all night long. The next morning, when he looked in the mirror, he saw a man who looked like a vagrant—unshaven, haggard, and lifeless. He stared at his own reflection and muttered bitterly, "You deserve this." … On the day of my wedding, all my college classmates showed up, including Tristan. At first, I was worried he would cause trouble again. I didn't want to be disturbed by him anymore. Even with my good temper, I couldn't stand being constantly tangled up in his drama.

Its hunger throbbed - dark, pulsing, wanting out. No. The Duskbane Grimoires were clear: the Scythe was a weapon of eclipse. Summon it under night, invite the darkness to consume the wielder's soul. A sun-weapon. Tonight, I was on my own. A metallic clink erupted from behind the practice dummies. I didn't turn. Didn't break stride. I sent a Threadbare filament behind me like a spider's web. It brushed something cold, hard, moving fast. "Ten of you," I murmured, voice low, aristocratic silk. "And here I thought the Shadow Syndicate had some pride left."

Number 50 was the rude stranger from before his weapon was the most breathtaking of all. Its stats were as follows:- Name: "Soulcutter" ‎Appearance: A dark, curved scythe with an ebony wood staff (6 ft long). Intricate silver etchings (like skeletal vines) crawl along the edge. At the base, a crimson gem glows faintly – said to pulse with every soul "harvested". ‎Stats: ‎- Damage: High melee + possible "soul drain" effect ‎- Range: Long sweep (hits multiple foes)

"It would have been simpler to lop the heads off of dissenters than take in an outcast and train her to slit throats in the dark." "Careful Lycan Lord." Cassidy's voice was soft, a deadly whisper. "Men tend to look the same in the dark. I'd hate to accidentally slit your pretty throat by mistake."

Wearing a blue dress, her delicate features resembled Thea’s. The moment she walked over to Sophie, she noticed the bizarrely-shaped scythe in front of Sophie. For some reason, she could feel a sense of familiarity with the scythe. Upon being reminded of the scythe within her body, her mind stirred, and a scythe materialized before her. Immediately, the it flew forward and blocked the bizarrely-shaped scythe that intended to deal Sophie the killing blow.

The Deviuture flipped its wings ,and as those humongous wings rose and fell , its impact hit Chelsea and Ron like a hurling cyclone - it slammed against their backs and Chelsea felt that she and Ron will almost be thrown thousands of feet away . By the time Chelsea got her footing back on the ground it was too late - The deviuture was again spreading its wings , readying itself to pierce the both of them . " Protect yourself ! " said Chelsea summoning her double headed scythe , her most dangerous weapon , the scythe was completely pure white except for the two blue gems that were inlaid on the centre of both the end of its rod . White fumes rose from its blades and the surrounding grass slow

Our parents are used to our banter. “I see Mom gave you your gift. Well, let me give you my gift.” Dad says with a grin as he waves his hand, and shadows swarm around his hand. When the shadows disappear, there is a war scythe in his hands. It’s almost identical to his. Except where his has black details, mine has dark purple. The top part of the blade has jimpings as the blade curves toward where it meets the staff; it has dark purple bone-like fragments sticking from it. On the bottom of the staff, there is a badass-looking skull with purple jeweled eyes. “It’s time you had your own war scythe for reaping souls.”

And in his hand was Alexis' scythe. Swuuungggg~... Swuuungggg~ ... Swuuunggg~ ... Andrew Tomahawk, the noble class vampire who became a shadow army, and in his giant form, swung Alexis's mystical scythe at Damien, trying to attack him. Damien was a little surprised that Andrew, despite being in such a large body shape, could swing a scythe very quickly. His movements completely did not reflect the body of a giant who was slow and also had a limited range of motion.