Esme Scythe Novels & Stories

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

Esmia didn't take anymore of there mumbling and she draw her sword back to it's holder. "Shane, " she looked at the woman she called and then that woman nodded as she approached bowing her respect. "Lead the remaining available knights on this ground, you should help the squad fighting amongst the undead, take counter measure and few shall stay to patrol the area, Shane of the 1sr squadron will be leading you all, follow her orders and leave this place, that's my order! " Esmia didn't bother hearing there complains as she went straight back to see a fighting that long has ended.

She had fallen and slumped over a log, her shallow breath slowing. Tears in my eyes, I walked over to her and held her hand. She looked at me, her eyes going back to her natural color of blue, and whispered, but again I couldn’t hear them. Her eyes widened as I leaned closer to hear her, noticing the minor cut on her shoulder. After life faded from her as well, I turned facing the murderer, Ronan stood bow in hand, a smile on his face as he aimed at me. The Immortal Scythe slung on a strap over his shoulder. How did he get a hold of that? It was gifted to the witches by their Goddess..

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.

Peter also didn’t expect the man that Esme worked for right now to be so vicious. That he would plan something like this against a powerless woman. It was a fate worse than death! Outside of the ICU, Esme was wearing a pale orange coat, black pants, and long boots. Her figure was very attractive as she let her wavy hair flow freely on her back. Peter looked at her from some distance away. “Happy now?” When Esme heard his voice, she turned around and smiled.

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

Esme asked, brushing my wavy red hair off my shoulders. I rolled my eyes at her “Anyone would think you wanted to go get drunk, Chica” I grin. She smiles at me. Dressed in a skinny pair of black jeans, and white crop top, with black stilettos, her tight dark curls loose to her shoulders, and dark make up. She is beautiful, but quirky in her style with her piercings in her nose and ears, but I love that about her. Esme has never been bothered about what others think of her and always been who she wants to be, and that is what has got her to university when most of the women in our pack have just done as they were told and stayed in pack, running the packhouse, doing menial tasks, looking afte

I block, but I feel my bones crack under the intense force. I jump back, recalling the scythe and healing my hands. Erebus didn’t give me that luxury. He grabbed my arm and smashed me into the ground. It shattered and cracks tore through the ground for miles. My whole body erupted in pain, as I gritted my teeth and waited. Erebus' eyes glowed again, this time a fiery red. This is different. Disintegration. Oh dear. “Come on...” The red glowing eyes grew brighter and brighter like twin red suns. Then I heard the sound of metal tearing and the eyes stopped getting bigger. I looked down to see the tip of the scythe going through his chest. Immediately, he was pulled back into the air, and he s

Maddox told me. "So you guys think this is going to bloody work?" I asked. "If you do your job right then yes," Felix said giving me a cold stare. I nodded, sighing and going back to the magazine. I knew I would do my job right. I never fail at these things. They didn't call me the Jade Scythe for nothing. The main bathroom door swung open and a smiling Lily walked out. "Hold on to your pants everyone. Introducing the new and improved Esmee Fox!"

That is his way of life. "That’s Carter Horaze Villaraza." Sancha said this while secretly pointing to a man next to Zeeve. He appears to be cold and intimidating! His hair was neatly cut, and his defined cheekbones and concrete jaw stood out while he chewed his food. “Auxel Ryder Gallego.” My gaze was drawn to the other guy next to Carter; he looks so fine with his scythe-shaped brows and sea rover-blue eyes that are noticeable even from a distance.