Esme Scythe Novels & Stories

I even planned to blow up the plane once because of its strange noise, which nearly ruined our food. "How about this, Celare? Do you like the color of this one? Don't worry about the specs; they're fine." Sarreth was smiling at me. And what are the specs that this one refers to? She even presented me with matte black with an apple on the back, an apple that had been bitten because it wasn't complete. Is this the fucking laptop? Its smoothness and it looks like with just one throw, I have cracked its thin body. This is also what Sarreth always uses in her work.

Blade came out with his usual all black clothing—a big black sweatshirt, a black baggy jean, black glasses, black face cap, black sneakers— and a revolver carefully tucked by his side. To my shock, the passenger door opened and a girl came out. She was obviously young, probably fourteen or fifteen with red hair and a round hazel eyes which peered at me through the glass of the coffee shop. I couldn’t help but wonder who she was and why Blade had decided to bring her along. They both shared words before walking towards the coffee shop. “Emily!” Blade called as he walked inside with his companion right behind him. “I’m right here,” I said waving my hands in the air to draw his attention.

Its hunger throbbed - dark, pulsing, wanting out. No. The Duskbane Grimoires were clear: the Scythe was a weapon of eclipse. Summon it under night, invite the darkness to consume the wielder's soul. A sun-weapon. Tonight, I was on my own. A metallic clink erupted from behind the practice dummies. I didn't turn. Didn't break stride. I sent a Threadbare filament behind me like a spider's web. It brushed something cold, hard, moving fast. "Ten of you," I murmured, voice low, aristocratic silk. "And here I thought the Shadow Syndicate had some pride left."

"Freeze! Hands on your head!" I drove the scalpel into Robert's heart, my rage drowning out his pathetic excuse.

" Someone inside the room asked, and I paused. A chill came over me. Elsa. Was that the name of the girl in the photos? Those inside were not just Alex's friends; they were all in the same pack. They knew this girl? My hands shook slightly as I steadied my breath and walked in. But nothing could have prepared me for what I saw. Inside the private room, the man who would soon become my mate had his arm tightly wrapped around another woman. He looked to be desperately clinging. The girl he was holding was probably Elsa. She looked just like she had in the photos Alex had on his laptop. My wolf was out of control—I could feel her clawing at the surface, ready to leap forward and scratch his fac

That brut still had his hands on my mate! Esme made contact with me the fear in her eyes depleted. She knew it was me. She elbowed her attacker and shoved him several feet. Blood dripped from her forehead and mouth. Instead of running to my side, Esme called her wolf, her clothes tore as her wolf came from deep within her. She cried out as her bones shifted and she became a majestic gamma wolf. “Come to me mate,” I said through the link. She locked eyes with me and darted into the river.

No one would suspect you and they would usually talk and act recklessly in front of you. “The weapon,” It was a scythe. A retractable scythe that could tear heavy metals like paper and pierce through anything even the soul. Using it, they can open treasures long-buried and kill anyone like nobody's business. It's a precious little thing. And it's in the rightful and very capable hands. Me. •••

Damon rubbed his eyes. He wanted to believe that. It was stupid, really. If this whole thing with talking was just meant to get him to drop his guard, then it was working. Wasn’t he smarter than this? He tried to pull his anger and hate forward, to shield himself from unfortunate emotions—but he was so tired of being angry. He sighed as he turned toward her. "How many witches are in Scanthin ?” “I only know about one,And that is me Scarlett." Scar murmured, holding herself tightly.Damon advanced on her and she backed into the wall, staring up at him with wide eyes. “Why should I believe you?”

Omar watched Aazim lift the sword high up with fury in his eyes and he saw the blade come down and rolled away just in time, but the blade didn't reach down, instead what he heard was Aazim scream out loud in pain, Omar looked up at Aazim who was holding on to his bleeding hand, a small knife had stopped his strike and had sliced through his fingers but didn't severe it. Omar looked back at Mariam who was still on the floor holding Parvina in her arms and looking at Aazim with a triumphant look in her eyes and a wide smile across her face, she was the one who had thrown the knife and with a perfect timing and good aim too. Aazim hollered in pain and the sword fell from his hands, he held on

Ezekiel breathed out as he pulled the second fragment of the Sword of the Doombringer from the current owner. He pulled his sword and smiled at the level of destruction he had caused in this world. The Scythe of Death vibrated in his grip, but the power continued to flow smoothly as if Ezekiel's level of darkness was slowly catching up with the darkness that powered the Scythe.