Double Sided Scythe Novels & Stories

Nearly all of their melee weapons took on some variant of the scythe’s form: Long-handled heavy war-scythes, long-handled light war-scythes, short-handled light war-scythes, double-edged war-scythes, gun-scythes, and many more besides. This was because the war-scythe was intimately bound to the racial class of the Gondarians: the Slaughter Knight. Many inherited battle techniques could only be executed in conjunction with a war-scythe. The weapon Lombart handed to Logo was a long-handled gun-scythe, 2.23 meters in length and 0.64 meters in width, forged from transcendent metal and layered with multiple enchantments. It could hook, thrust, and cleave with devastating force.

"Didn't you want to destroy me just now?" I focused my energy. As Vicky, I was strong. But as Victoria, I was powerful. I had all of the makings of a Queen and the abilities of a warrior. Blood mist appeared around me and gradually condensed into a physical form. Soon after, a sharp scythe took shape in my hand. It had a scarlet blade and an ebony back. I hadn't used it in about 200 years. This scythe had taken countless lives but now, it was one

I saw Zen adjusted his posture and became more focused. “One of them is an inscribed steel sword. It was chopped by the Church of the Eternal Scorching Sun. It comes with purifying and effects. It is the enemy of Ghosts, Wraiths, Zombies, and other undead creatures. It can even also use it for three years. Of course, its sharpness is enough to kill." The woman's voice varied in volume, an obvious attempt to hide her gender. Ah its very effective against necromancers.

I wasn't sure how long I'd been asleep when I woke up feeling thirsty. I went out to drink some water and found Leon still in the meeting, with his subordinates reporting to him. I caught a glimpse of his profile. I had always known he was hot and handsome, but from the side, his sharp facial features stood out even more. Even though he was sitting sideways on the couch, his tall frame was still evident. He was focused on his laptop, occasionally giving instructions to his subordinates. I had to admit that a man who was focused on his work was truly captivating.

Then I grabbed my sheath for my waist and inserted my seven inch parkerized blade. “Holy Moon Goddess! You look like you are going to war.” Rory squealed. I laughed at her energy. I look over at Aiden who is looking at me with some emotion I cannot name. The last thing I grab is my Kukri Machete. It’s eight inches long and completely black. There is only a thin silver lining along the edge. It’s great for combat, but I am going to slice through some of the targets. “Okay, I’m ready.”

We said goodbye and I headed to the address Nick had texted me. As I walked into the shop a friendly gentleman greeted me. “Miss Clarke, Mr. Thorn said to expect you.” “He did,” I sounded surprised. “I have the bottles ready for you.” We walked over to the counter, and he showed me the bottles. First was Chateau Montelena chardonnay and the second was a bottle of Macallan 18-year-old double cask whiskey. I nodded, not having a clue. I watched as he boxed the bottles up and placed a gift ribbon around each of them.

I threw my arms up to protect my face, the black vein on my wrist glowing so bright it was blinding. ​CLANG. ​The scythe didn't hit my skin. It hit a solid wall of shadow that had erupted from my own body. But it wasn't just a shield. The shadow began to take shape, twisting and hardening until I was holding a weapon of my own. ​It was a shard of the Scythe of Souls—a jagged, black blade that felt like ice in my hand. ​Silas recoiled, his face pale. "The Scythe... she’s manifest it? Impossible! Only the Duke can—"

The dense condensed power made his heart twitch with unease. "Trying to advance your realm?" Butcher bared his teeth, stained with shreds of flesh. "Die for me!" He did not waste a word. The muscles on his right arm bulged, veins writhing like venomous snakes. A dozens-meter-long dark scythe materialized in his hand in an instant. Butcher spun and hurled the scythe like a javelin. The weapon tore through the air with a sonic boom, carrying the full power of a Sixth-Rank Marquis warrior straight for Eira’s forehead.

She carried her and kept telling Nick to leave him and trying to explain to Nick who Adams was. Nick left Adams, turned to Danielle slapped her, it was so hard that her knees buckled on the impact of his palm on her face. Adams lost his nerve and landed his fist on Nick's Jaw and then a fight ensued. Adam was masculine and well built although not as tall as Nick but was a good match for him. People gather to watch as the drama unfolded getting their phones to make a video. after a few minutes of evenly matched punches and kicks, The security at the park came and separated them and asked them to leave, leaving the audience to decide who the winner of the pay-per-view event was.

We look forward to the day she can run with us. "Soon." The witch agreed with a soft smile. Some of the shadows began to dance like excited pups, their excited yips filling the air as a giant blonde man stepped out of the darkening tree-line followed by a smaller version of himself. Despite the winter months being on them, both males were golden like the husks of wheat and barley. Their white blonde hair matched that of the little girl babbling in her mother's arms. Ulf was much taller than his son and bulkier with muscles crowding his limbs and torso. His chiseled facial features could easily make the gods jealous and his blue eyes were topaz blue and as hard as ice as they surveyed the wor