Maka Albarn Scythe Novels & Stories

but human again. I didn't choose the "Fantasy." I raised my hand, and the Red Blood in my veins turned into a **Scythe of Raw Data**. "I'm not 'Content,'" I told Marcus. I swung the scythe. I didn't hit Marcus. I hit the **Tablet**. The glass device shattered into a million pieces. The "Administrator Mode" vanished. Marcus was no longer a "Producer." He was just a man in a white suit, standing in the middle of five billion angry "Glitches."

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

I floated freely after the harvester monster was shattered into pieces. “Ba-how....” “I love about how you conquered it. Yet that's just my illusion, Mate.” “You're hallucinating because you're nervous.” I turned my head and found Terrence back with a glass of drinking water. I sighed and grabbed the drinking water and drank it. “It was a little real.” “By the way where did you get this knife?” Terrence asked as soon as he saw the silver knife that pierced the bolster before me. “Eum ...”

Abaddon is still fighting off the two who were holding him, both of them shifted while he struggles against them as an already injured human. The sight spurs Dina on, she finishes off the last of the three, leaping towards Abaddon before the third body even hits the floor. She tears the throat from one of them, blood gushing out and covering her face, and the final man leaves Abaddon on the ground, hopefully unconscious and not dead, snarling and snapping his jaws at Dina. She lowers herself to the ground as if submitting and when he comes closer, she pounces, her teeth sinking into his neck, her feet kicking out to slice through his stomach. He rips open with a deafening yell, coating the r

She tracked the maid’s movement like a wary animal, watching as she paced the dining room in search of a dish cloth only to find it slung over her shoulder. Her caretaker cursed in French and snatched up a silver fork from the tray of cutlery, polishing it in a vigorous blur as if the question had been etched on the handle and if she rubbed it hard enough, it would disappear. Parisa lifted another spoonful, her stomach tying in knots as myriads of thoughts rattled around her mind like dice. The clink of a spoon being set firmly on the table drew her attention from the plate to the maid. “It’s Not just the council he intends to parade you in front of…” refusing to meet her eyes, Eliza picked

"He's Leon Russell from Straburgh! No wonder he seemed familiar!" one of my classmates shouted. … In the elevator, it was just Leon and me. The silence was so thick that we could hear each other's breathing. "You knew my classmates before?" I asked. I couldn't help but feel a bit confused by the words of my classmates earlier. "I didn't know them before, but thanks to you, I know a few of them now," he replied. "Thanks for helping me out earlier."