Esme Scythe Novels & Stories

After her door creaked open, her phone dropped to the floor and I heard someone whisper yelling, "yeah, you think he's better. You are going to try to leave me. I guess I'll just have to claim you and dirty you up some more." I listened intently trying to decipher anything that would give me a clue as to who it could be when I heard her whimper. Not like she did with me last night when she enjoyed my ministrations but like she was sexūally distressed or wounded. I gave it a few seconds before I realized what was happening to her. I roared into the phone not caring if anyone heard me, "I'm going to kill that motherfūcker!" I called my right hand and best friend Reece "Claymore" Shields.

The air was thick with a nauseating scent. As I approached the bed, my whole body began to shake uncontrollably. Eve lay there, naked and motionless, like a shattered doll. Her face was ghostly pale and damp with sweat, while her hair was a tangled mess, with strands sticking to her cheeks. Her body was covered in bruises, with red scratches crisscrossing her skin. Eve’s lower half was in an even worse state. A beer bottle, its neck stained black, was roughly lodged there. The surrounding skin was swollen and raw, the dried blood dark and crusted.

Derek said, trying not to laugh at Lewis' reaction. “Fall off?” Derek handed him a headset. “Put this on.” “Are you sure this is safe?” Lewis asked. “Trust me,” Derek said with a low voice. Lewis opened his eyes but his body was still tense. The engine started. The blades began to spin. Lewis’s breathing picked up immediately. “Oh no,” Lewis said, reaching out for anything he could hold. As the helicopter lifted, Derek reached for his hand and took it. Just slightly at first, but their fingers intertwined firmly as the helicopter moved higher.

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.

"Something's wrong," Felix muttered immediately. Esme pulled off the two charms and put it away. "I don't know what's going on yet, so I'll take the charms off first." Felix had no objections to this because he had already realized that Esme was just a tool created by the Black Soul Scout, or the soul barrier, to help him forward. With her, he was able to proceed to each floor. Otherwise, if he really thought about it, passing the first floor would be easy.

Mathin parried. And suddenly Scy was there, a katana-like energy blade weaving like St. Elmo’s fire, interfering with the monster’s blade and luring it away while Mathin freed himself. Balanced on one foot, Mathin withdrew his own gun and stood ready to aid should Scy need it.

Shocked and extremely scared, Esme saw Kyler standing right in front of her. This man's mere presence was enough to make her understand how wicked and cunning his intentions were for her. It was written all over that vicious smirk on his face. Esme saw his eyes taking a complete look of her whole body. From her head to her toe, which made her curl her palms aggressively. His gaze made her feel extremely uneasy and uncomfortable because she knew how pathetic his thoughts could be for her or any other woman.

Esme By dawn I am at the scullery sink, wrists deep in grey water, scrubbing soot from the heavy-bottomed pans until my palms sting. The heat fogs the air and I force my focus into the work. The cloth turns black, the water turns darker, and the memory of the great hall keeps tugging at the base of my ribs until I grind the rag harder against the metal.

to see a kiddie-sized cartoon character scissors in her hand, "Pft! You call that a scythe?! Fuwahahaha!" K Whatever blinked, 'This is my scythe? No way. No no, must be normal scissors!' Or so she thought. When K Whatever slashed the evil spirit with the 'normal scissors', the evil spirit screamed, "Ahh!" He stepped away from her as he huffed. "What the...?" K Whatever gazed at the scissors in her hand, "Is this my scythe?! Nooo!" ~ KL •ARC 3• TSUBE

“Well, it seems your blood holds healing qualities as well. Which explains why you were able to heal from your injuries so quickly. But I do believe you’d be able to heal others as well.” “Let’s test that theory,” Esme said, jumping to her feet. Before I could ask her what she meant by that, she was rushing out of the room and I could hear the bathroom door opening. I frowned at Emmet, and he looked almost worried as he stared off in the direction Esme had run off to. She returned moments later and my eyes grew large at the razorblade she held in her hands. She sat beside me on the couch and before I knew what was happening, she was slicing a deep cut into her wrist.