Demonic Scythe Novels & Stories

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.

"Your mom made me take this. Said you'd need it." I accepted the blade, feeling its weight. It was heavier than I expected, and covered in symbols that seemed to shift and move in the corner of my vision. "What's it for?" "Killing demons," Skye said simply. "Or at least hurting them enough to make them rethink their choices." Despite everything, I almost smiled. Almost. We approached the gym entrance together, and with each step, I could feel the magic inside me responding. Growing stronger. More insistent. Like it recognized we were walking toward danger and wanted to protect me.

Nikolai said, bringing the blade level with the man's face, "sent to your family in a box. Or you tell me who gave the order. Those are your options." The man went rigid. His mouth sealed shut. Fear in his eyes. Nikolai drew the knife slowly from the man's jaw to his cheekbone. Blood came immediately, and the man screamed — curses, threats, names I didn't recognize. Nikolai waited until the sound died down. "Continue?" "No — stop, I'm not going to—" The knife went into his shoulder. Dragged downward. The scream that followed turned my stomach inside out. “Arghh! You son of a bitch! I will kill you!” The man grunted in pain.

So in a way, I truly deserve the name La Diabla because I'm the devil's spawn. "That doesn't excuse what you did. He raised you, fed and clothed us. How could you do that?" "With a knife" "What?" "You keep asking how I could do that. With a knife, Andres. I used a knife" Blood drains from his face "You don't even regret it"

Rei took a few steps closer to Troy and Briar. Putting his hand on Rei’s arm he whispered in his ear and Rei visibly calmed down. “You realize there are 3 wolves right outside her window, and the big guys are right downstairs waiting my signal. He’s not getting anywhere with Briar. I promise.” Scythe told Rei. “Fine. It’s your show. Go get her. I’ll hold back for now.” Rei replied. “Good, now Rei, please back up, you don’t want any this.” Scythe pushed Rei behind him as he started to release his aura. A low to the ground mist started curling around Scythe until it manifested a scythe like weapon with incredible reach.

“I take that as a yes.” He nods. “Fucking finally; we have a shoo-in. The witches have informed me that there is a tool to destroy a demon; it’s called the Nephilim Dagger and will literally kill any supernatural creature in existence. Even a God.” He says, the grin all but gone from his face. My eyes widen at this. “Where the fuck are we going to get one of those? It’s not like they sell it at your friendly Smithers around the corner,” I ask.

I feel a bone-chilling fear engulfing me slowly and it feels as if I may just pass out. Clenching my fists, I force myself to stay alert. This has just proven my theory. This sark entity surely does feed on fear. The more I cower in fear, the stronger its aura becomes. There is no way I am going to aid this demon. I will dispel it with all I have. Turning around, I glare at the corner where I feel the dark energy is most concentrated. Then I see it! A dark figure of a man in a purple hooded cloak. Its face is hollow. In its right hand, it is holding a scythe.

“I take that as a yes.” He nods. “Fucking finally; we have a shoo-in. The witches have informed me that there is a tool to destroy a demon; it’s called the Nephilim Dagger and will literally kill any supernatural creature in existence. Even a God.” He says, the grin all but gone from his face. My eyes widen at this. “Where the fuck are we going to get one of those? It’s not like they sell it at your friendly Smithers around the corner,” I ask.