Double Sided Scythe Novels & Stories

Nathan then instantly flipped over the air and stands at Zitrey’s side. Slayer smirked from the unexpected hit he receives. He tardily holds his long blade katana while tapping it on his shoulder. The dull part was colored in black while the sharp one was in shiny silver, and in between, they were a dark purple in a zigzag pattern. The weapon was scary enough to make goosebumps, it seems possessed by the shadow of death. Slayer then uttered while staring intently to Nathan, “I will play with you lad. You seem fun.” he then looked at his remaining troupe, “There are still few people upstairs, so babies, kill the rest~”

But her aura and magic said she pointed her out as a white I shrugged in answer. Nub reached into her scarf and pulled out a gleaming silver hairpin. The hairpin grew into a long spear before my eyes, and Nub detached it into two in one swift motion. The first part was in the shape of a scythe, curved, while the second has a pointed end and its tip sharp. I gasped, eyeing the weapons with awe and lust. I wanted something like this too, and it looked just as impressive as the silver broadsword I saw in Thabiti’s some minutes ago.

Zadicus was back again to his mind. All the twelve relics were in his grasp. He had the whole control of the relics Zadicus was bleeding, losing his breaths as before he was a fifteen feet tall warrior. A knight in black armor with his face covered with a hood and a ripped red cape, holding an ancient maroon scythe with an obsidian in its middle, carved delicately to trap souls in it. “You look beat.” His deep husky voice came, holding his scythe while sitting on his throne, looking down at Zadicus but his face couldn’t be seen because of the shredded cloak over him.

Shame this was evening happening to me. Unfortunatly, Damon moved to stand beside Ethan. “These are Twisted Blade push daggers. A tri-edge blade that spirals. Also known as a cyclone blade. They insure maximum damage with little effort. When used correctly, it will increase our killing effectiveness by 10%. Your opposite will bleed out before their wolf will be able to heal them.”

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.

The pressure of their gazes was familiar and pulled at her instincts to stand tall in front of them. When Maddie turned to face her opponent, her breath hitched. That steel rod of confidence she was forced to maintain in front of her pack, weakened slightly as she gulped. Jason wasn’t a small man, his body as carved as the other warriors even if his strength didn’t stand up to the Silver Moon training. However, he became more daunting with the vicious weapon in his hand. It was scythe like and gleamed as it caught the afternoon sun, flashing its sharp edge like a beacon to ward off any idiots who dared to approach him. It was a scian mhór, like Jess had told her. Its curved blade was good fo

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!"

he said, voice flat with anger. “With what? My knife, which you stole-” I shut up instantly as a huge scythe materialized in his hands. It appeared out of nowhere, towering over me with a wickedly curved blade. He bore it as if it were light as a feather, then stroked the edge fondly. In the blink of an eye the stranger grew monstrously tall. “Lovely,” I said faintly. “It is, isn't it?” he said adoringly, twirling his scythe like a baton. “She's my lady.”

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

He’s confident, skilled in his craft and wicked with war scythe. Zane uses a war scythe to harvest the souls to bring back to Death. It’s where the whole concept of the grim reaper's image comes from in the human world. It’s because they took the idea from Zane’s coven. Of course, at the time, they didn’t know. They thought it was all made-up shit in stories. Zane’s war scythe is a badass. The top part of the blade has jimppings as the blade curves toward where it meets the staff; it has black bone-like fragments sticking from it. On the bottom of the staff, there is a badass-looking skull.