Demonic Scythe Novels & Stories

Now that four of us left, our responsibility increased and we went in four different directions to find the laboratory but were welcomed by hundreds of demons waiting to be slaughtered. "Alright, let the game begin.." I smirked and swung my sword in full action and started killing them with the power of my blade. Slashing through the demon's crowd, I went upstairs only to kill a few more demons. These peaky enemies won't budge and I had to make my word bathe in blood. Suddenly, I heard a blood curdling scream and I went into the direction and found Gaia lying in the pool of blood. What the hell happened here? Someone killed Gaia and mutilated her body. That whole scenario was gruesome and I

Henry pretended not to notice, but Dray wouldn't be duped by such a child. And it was moments like these when Dray genuinely acted like a child. "Watch!" " Soul cleave!" A vast stream of aura swirls right into Dray's hands, becoming a monstrous scythe twice Dray's size. "Damn, bruh..." Henry mumbled. "Let the scythe reap the harvest of your wretched life." Unnecessary words were uttered as Dray sliced the Orc in half in a couple of seconds.

Galatrina charged at Leomord with her eyes turned scarlet. Alucard and Hiyojin also activated their demon power. Things are getting serious at this point. "Now we're getting hype. Fine then, I'll respond to your willingness to defeat me." Leomord spoke while focusing all his ryuk. The pressure on the sorroundings suddenly changed as Leomord began to release his awakened form. But Galatrina ignored it and launched an attack. Galatrina swing her sword to slice Leomord head in an instant. But out of the blue, a shield blocked her attack. She forced her sword to get through it, but a tentacles appeared and strike Galatrina. But Alucard quickly torned it to pieces.

The dark mana formed a dark slender handle, with a long curving blade fastened at the end. It was scythe. One wrong move, it can cut my head right now. “HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH” the heretic let out an insulting laugh. He shouldn’t, he doesn’t have the time. A blurry black figure appeared on his back. It outlined a young man with its black robe covering him up. The only thing visible was his bright emerald eyes glowing under the dark. Like a snake, Zen’s right hand who was holding his dagger coursed through the air at incredible a speed as it made its way towards the neck of the opponent.

The distinct scent of silver was introduced into the air and Eric looked wide eyed at Deacon who was holding a long silver knife in his hand. That bastard! It wasn’t enough for him to be overly powerful! He had to use silver as well! He didn’t see any weapons on Samantha, but surely, she had to have something…. right? She was still smiling, her shoulders moving up and down and Eric just started to hear her laugh. His bones started to grow cold, her aura was rising.

"I am Asmodeus! Demon prince of Lust. The Archdemon of the Second Circle of Hell." Raphael shook his head again, this time wildly. "No. No! Aeshma!" His eyes glowed gold and his bright wings stretched widely in his back. He raised his great sword in front of us, pointing the tip to where my rotten heart hid. Since I am a demon now, I can easily be scarred by his Holy Sword. I felt threatened by the weapon, yes, but just a bit. I hissed at him. For an archangel, he sure does accept the change so fast.

One, two, three four, five, and six! Six numbers composed of six entities residing in one half demon and a half mortal soul, the cambion who said to be the one to kill the Incubus hybrid vampire Damon Salvatore. -------- Damon hit Sachajir on his legs that made him stumbled on the ground. He hissed and winced in agony. It's a strong blow to make sure he couldn't regained his energy but he was thrilled to witnessed about his fighting spirit. Sachajir tried his best to fought back and he loudly growled where his voice reigned in the whole forest.

Aleister wondered out loud, clearly impressed by the witch's armory. Ruby pressed a certain button on the wall and the shelf lined with knives separated like a sliding door presenting a variety of scythes. There was a scythe entirely made out of fishbone, there was an ill-proportioned one with a heart-shaped ruby and thorns, he saw another scythe where the blade is completely made out of ice making him wonder how it hadn't melted yet, one impressive scythe had a golden handle styled as a dragon and from its mouth protrudes a crimson metal. The weapon bore great power and he can feel it merely by looking at its blade. Aleister then noticed a black scythe that made shivers run up his spine. Th

0064: The New Nightingale 0065: SIDE STORY PART ONE 0066: SIDE STORY PART TWO _______ Arc 3: Reaper's Scythe Is A Scissor?! Update: Ongoing "Yow! Sinful soul, how about you behave for a little while for my scythe to bring you to the underworld peacefully?" I grinned as I took out my grim kiddie size scissors with the host's favourite cartoon character. The soul I encountered was flabbergasted at first but then started to laugh after, "Pft! You call that a scythe? What? You gonna rip my soul or cut my hair instead?! I bet that's safety scissors only enough to cut a paper! Hahaha!"