Maka Albarn Scythe Novels & Stories

By causing her to sacrifice her family. Allen was missing and Sam had sounded like he was going to do something reckless...and now Ordon had activated the Luna knife which can kill entire human... Rose clambered up the steps to the pack house and burst inside, terrified of what she might find within. "You don't have Alpha blood, Sam." Sam head was reeling. How could this have happened? Touching the Knife was supposed to destroy it! Because he had beta blood. He is beta and only a pure Alpha can touch the Luna knife .

**The Silent Treatment** Elder Thorne stood beneath the ethereal glow of the moonlight, his heart swelling with both reverence and awe as he faced the moon goddess, a divine figure of unmatched beauty and power. Her silvery robes flowed around her like a celestial waterfall, shimmering gently as the soft breeze rustled the leaves overhead. The moon's radiant light poured forth, illuminating the sacred glade where he had ventured, his spirit filled with hope and purpose, seeking the moon goddess's wisdom to guide Caden, the young alpha, in his quest for a suitable luna.

Its mark would represent 1 / 3 of our final mark, of which the remaining 2 / 3 would be left for the thesis. “I know,” he drawled. “But you have to eat, Yuri. You have anemia after all.” I stiffened ever so slightly. “Your doctor friend has a loose tongue,” I let out angrily. “I’m the Alpha,” he retorted in a firm unrepenting tone of voice. “Your Alpha mate at that.” “Still…” I tried to argue, only to be cut off by him. “No buts, no ifs,” he all but growled the words out. “A rejection is not an option, kitten. Forget about it.”

"It's a different world, Misha. Even if I explained it, you wouldn't understand. Dr. Weaver, since I'm clearly not welcome, I won't waste any more of my time." "Wait, wait! Just take one look inside first," Alban practically begged. "Fine." Tabitha followed Alban into the ICU. The air was thick with the smell of chemicals and the hum of machinery. She finally saw the "big shot" on the bed. Lycan Algernon, the man who looked so powerful on the national news, was now pale and barely clinging to life. Misha definitely shared some of his features. "When was he hit?" Tabitha asked while checking the monitors.

I wipe off blood from my nose and snap it back in place “Last chance, tell me where to find that bastard and you might be alive to rebuild” “Don't underestimate me just because you were able to land an attack on me” blood drips from her face and she slowly walks to me Death Scythe emerges from my shadow and floats beside me before I grip it firmly and run to her. I perform a front thrust, pushing Death Scythe to her face but Madame Abigail steps to the side and i turn it over making the blade curl behind her and then pull it back fast

At Alec’s questioning look I added, “My mother told me of the Scythe being stolen a thousand or so years ago from her coven.” "We will have to expect Alpha Kylen to use that to catch us off guard." Alec pointed out. Thane nodded. “Maybe we can get it from them somehow. You know what it looks like. Can you draw it?” “It looks like any scythe, but the blade is black and there are Celtic symbols down the handle. I’m not much of an artist, but I’ll give it a shot. I rose and walked to the printer, grabbing a sheet of paper, and returned to sit in Anders' lap as he passed me a pen. His arms tightened around my waist, distracting me as I drew the weapon to the best of my ability, drawing out the s

How you ask, well. You see, the wannabe I shot and killed? Yeah, there was a contract already taken out on him. The Mother’s Revenge had been watching me as I took their hit and so, according to Alessa, I owed them. So that leads me to here and now. “Reb, Reeeeeebbbbbsssss!” I snap out of my thoughts as I look at Dylan, AKA Scythe. He is now a member of the club and my housemate. We live together but not in a relationship kind of way, much to our parent’s disappointment. Don’t get it twisted. Dylan is hot that boy grew into all man, but I know we would never be more than friends and that’s sad. He and his parents were the only ones who saw me, the real me. But alas, it was never going to hap

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

Gently, she cut into my wrist with the blunt knife, and suddenly I became less concerned about my sickness and more scared of dying from an infection. "Is it working?" I asked as blood dripped from my wrist and into the steel bowl beneath. "Camille?" "It might if you stop talking." She said with her eyes shut. I waited impatiently for something to happen and it was then I noticed the red powder on the blunt knife. "What is that?" I asked but by then whatever it was had started taking effect on me. I growled in pain as my bones snapped and my veins popped out. My Alpha eyes appeared and my sharp canines sprouted out. "What have you done?" I asked, struggling to resist the shift.

Georgia’s POV The courtyard was a battlefield, the air thick with ash and the snarls of Lydia’s allies. Their glowing eyes cut through the haze like beacons of malice, and my heart hammered as I scrambled to my feet, pain radiating from my shoulder. Kael was already up, his body coiled like a predator, his gaze darting between the encroaching figures and me. Sylvara stood at his side, her dagger glinting as she muttered words under her breath, her violet eyes blazing with focus. The wards she was weaving shimmered faintly, a fragile barrier against the onslaught.