Esme Scythe Novels & Stories

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.

Aleister wondered out loud, clearly impressed by the witch's armory. Ruby pressed a certain button on the wall and the shelf lined with knives separated like a sliding door presenting a variety of scythes. There was a scythe entirely made out of fishbone, there was an ill-proportioned one with a heart-shaped ruby and thorns, he saw another scythe where the blade is completely made out of ice making him wonder how it hadn't melted yet, one impressive scythe had a golden handle styled as a dragon and from its mouth protrudes a crimson metal. The weapon bore great power and he can feel it merely by looking at its blade. Aleister then noticed a black scythe that made shivers run up his spine. Th

Esme’s POV “Although Kathie was displeased about you bringing Miss Esme to our Empire, I could feel it when I held her hands now that she did that to help Esme.” I frowned. Help me? They had no idea I couldn’t transform, so how could they have known I needed help? Before I could voice my doubt, Sophie continued, “In the last two years, all the Lycans that have entered the Sacred Room have noticed a significant increase in their strength.”

someone else chimed in. Leon casually took out a business card and handed it to Mason. "Let's stay in touch. I'll leave with Estie now." Mason nodded and walked with us to the elevator. Behind us, Tristan's mocking voice carried over. "Fiancé? You almost tricked me, Esther. Who else would want you except me? "Don't think you can just find some guy to act with you and force me into marriage! I'm telling you, Esther Wilder, I don't want to get married. Your little games won't work on me."

She was the same girl who delivered me the letter in the meeting, she was the one who killed Casper, beta of Dumeny. “Esma.” She regarded me and stretched her hand to shake. She sure carries some aura but still for some reason my eyes were stick to the hooded figure standing in the middle. I could feel her eyes burning holes in me, she was giving me eerie feeling. My solo attention was on her and for some reason I could tell she was smiling behind her cloak. I keep my eyes on her, the girl stood near me walked back to her position, I was sure she wasn’t happy from the attention I gave her.

Anthon too some steady steps away from the scene, sitting on a hard Rock with his hands folded and kept across his chest His mistress's words kept on resonating in his head. He wouldn't dare to interfere. Besides he didn't entertain any form of fear as he kept the confidence that she was able to handle the both of them and still lay hands on what she sought for. "Fine..!", Esme replied as she brought out a shuriken. She held it within her fingers, flinging it with Constantine as the keen target. It flew with a speed that couldn't be recorded. Hopefully, Constantine was skilled enough to counter the movement of the shuriken as she used to staff to defend herself, letting the end smack the met

Charles A knot of tension tightened in my stomach as I made my way towards Esme's office. The unsettling conversation with Grace hung heavy in the air, her fragmented memories and newfound calmness leaving me with more questions than answers. Pushing open the door, I found Esme deep in conversation with Eason. He was sprawled out on the worn leather couch, a pint of ice cream hovering above him. There was a trash bag full of pints of ice cream beside him and a small stack. Despite the casual appearance, the grim expression etched on Esme's face told me the conversation wasn't lighthearted. I couldn't understand a thing they were saying. Witch-speak, as it was commonly known, wasn't something

"I swear to the fucking Goddesses. You will suffer for killing her-" "Actually spare her..." the short man interrupted. My airway was finally freed and a gush of oxygen rushed into my lungs. "Something tells me she could be more use alive," he added looking to Alpha Rivers who was glaring down the man who nearly killed me. "Who are you girl?" he said looking back to me. "Esme Brynn," I said nursing my throat with my hand. "Ah...of course," he said with a nod, "One of the Nightingale bitches. And who are you to Rivers?"

a lustful look, but a glare from her dissuaded him real quick. There was no way she would become a slave to such a scumbag. “I'll bring your money soon.” “I'll be expecting you then,” Ralph said with a grin as he watched Katie turn away, but then she suddenly stopped. “I brought Peter here, so give him enough treatment to ease his pain before I return with the money,” “I told you, you need to pay before I heal--” “If he dies before I come back," Katie Interrupted and then released her aura which made everyone in the room freeze with fright. “Then consider your life forfeit. All of you in this room.” Cold sweat trickled down Ralph's face as Katie's eyes glowed wolf, and he nodded to Katie's

"Mam, Amir will be here in a few minutes" Eschia nodded and watched the sunset on the horizon. Her eyes glistened when she saw the beautiful gradient of reds, oranges, and purples which reminded her of the artwork that she did when she was in high school. She stopped from reminiscing when a croaky voice from nowhere got her attention "Hija, do you have some bread?" The old woman asked