Maka Albarn Scythe Novels & Stories

They race out of the eyelids, more heavily followed by chest pain, crying without being heard by others. Aluna knew this room was soundproof. She could have screamed as loud as she could to express her feelings. But that's not possible. She bit her hand to reduce the pain in his chest, his hand didn't even feel the pain from the bite. In a different room, Zolan was lying down and staring blankly at the ceiling.

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.

At that moment… The purple liquid rose from the crack of the ground and created a weapon akin to a scythe. No, it was too similar to the grim reaper scythe that she knew. ‘Don’t tell me…’ The purple scythe emerged from Anubis’s back. The shadow rose from Anubis’s back yet he was too focused on the targets in front of him. “No, NO!” Busaba screamed when she knew what would happen next. “ANUBIS!!!!”

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.

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 ...”

But Shane’s scent was here, clear as day. Shane spotted the rebels clan out near the edge of the village, looking across the pack. Shane only had two helpers backing him up, and with an attack force of only three, it stood to reason that he would be trying to go straight for the jugular by taking out the alpha. Moments later, Scar located Shane and his goons, creeping along on four legs downwind of the rebels, slowly advancing on to their direction , their tails twitching in impending attack.

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