Esme Scythe Novels & Stories

Both Edith’s landed on the path that was left for the Asuras to go through, and they launched at them. Edith swung her scythe skillfully, cutting through the beasts in one swing. Her eyes were filled with fury as the fiery blood of the Asuras painted her blade a glowing orange color. She continued to slice off heads, arms, and legs as she moved from before the Asuras to behind them.

So that was how Esme got those scars! She was his own sister! No matter how much he disliked her, she was still his sister by blood. How could Esme be treated like this? What gave these people the nerve to bully her? Hadn't Lance and his parents made arrangements? One question after another swirled in Brett's mind. He couldn't figure them out, and he didn't dare to try. He collapsed into his chair. Esme was missing a kidney, her face was disfigured, and she had wounds crisscrossing her body.

“So what now?” Esme looked at them her real people, her day-ones and for the first time in a long time, she didn’t feel like she was crumbling. “Now?” she said, grabbing her keys. “Now I remind them both I don’t belong to anyone.” May stood, lips twitching. “Oh, she’s in her main character era again.” Liam smirked. “Let’s go burn some bridges.” And Esme? She just smiled quiet but dangerous, she was now finally clear-headed.

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

I stepped outside and shut the door, and Aidan repeated the action on Nadia’s door, only this time, he crouched down to gently carry her out of the car. As he shut the door, the sound of another one opening had my head turning to the house beside mine, and my mouth fell open in confusion when a dazed Esme, clothed in her sleeping wear with a scarf over her head, came running down her steps with wide eyes…and a baseball bat in hand. “Goddess, Esme, how are you so fast on your feet at like seventy?” I asked with equally wide eyes as I took in her small frame. “And what are you doing out here with a weapon? I told you we’d be back soon.”

but human again. I didn't choose the "Fantasy." I raised my hand, and the Red Blood in my veins turned into a **Scythe of Raw Data**. "I'm not 'Content,'" I told Marcus. I swung the scythe. I didn't hit Marcus. I hit the **Tablet**. The glass device shattered into a million pieces. The "Administrator Mode" vanished. Marcus was no longer a "Producer." He was just a man in a white suit, standing in the middle of five billion angry "Glitches."

“Or I’ll make you wish you’d died with your old crew back then.” “You can’t threaten me in my own territory CK,” he sneered. “I’m not threatening you,” I said, voice low. “I’m promising.” Something in my tone must have reached him, because for a flicker of a moment, his eyes twitched a flash of fear, quickly hidden. Then he composed himself again. “She’s right there,” he said, gesturing toward the dome. I turned. The glass hissed, clearing slightly and I froze. Inside through the haze of the light in the room, I saw Esme. Lying still, pale, unmoving. Wires attached to her arms, strange marks trailing her skin.

Her whole being was focused on Elara with a predator's intensity. She placed the chest on the bedside table and opened it. Inside, on black velvet, was a dagger. Its blade was made of black glass, wickedly curved and etched with runes that seemed to drink the light. The air grew colder. "It's alright, my dear," Cordelia crooned, lifting the dagger. Its surface seemed to swirl with captured shadows. "The pain will be brief. Your strength will not be lost. It will find a new, more worthy home. It will pass to me, where it was always meant to be."

Esme muttered before leaving him in the living area. ....... "Miss Wright, Esme is in the outskirts of Nashville town along with her team. Mr. Ashford is not with her. There is no security in that area. They are staying in an old mansion of Mr. Tumbleweed. That mansion is on a hill top far away from the town and surrounded by thick foliage. If you want to remove Esme's existence, this would be the best opportunity. Once she falls from that cliff, its impossible to find even her body. That cliff is also called 'The suicide cliff' " Daphne shared the details she found out from her contacts who still work in the Ashford group. As much as Annalise hates Esme, Daphne hates Esme too. So their mutu

She cleared the bowl, dropping it in the sink, and sat down opposite Nick. Esme laid a red napkin on the table. The napkin had flower embroidery around the hem with frills of colorful stones, which Nick recognized as Galaxy stones. They held so much power that Esme left the pack on a two-year journey to find more and add to her collection. In the wrong hands, they could bring about destruction to anything and everything. “The piece?” Esme asked, her hands stretched out to him. Nick pulled the hair tie out of his combat shorts and placed it in her hand.