Red Scythe Novels & Stories

His skin begins to transform into purple, and his eyes are blood red with yellow pupils - popping out. This seems different, and nothing I have seen Happy Dust can do to people. What did Megan do? "Let the games begin!" Megan announced, creating the crowd excited as Zayn and I watched something that would change for the worst.

“You bitch! Don’t you embarrass me in this crowd. You think you could ignore me just because you have fair skin?!” “Let go of me!” Annabelle pulled her arm back but the grip was obviously stronger that hers. “You maniac!” “Hey! What’s this all about?” said the knight in shining armour in a camouflage. “Do you have issues with this child, Mister?” he added in a threatening voice. The man let her arm go when the soldier snatch the back of his collar making him choke. She winced in pain and felt her arm swollen by the rough grip. “N-no, Sir! We were just having a good time here.”

I caught the unit by the high-collar of its suit, my fingers crushing the reinforced plating, and slammed it into the granite fireplace. The stone cracked. The Harvester’s head caved in with a dull, wet thud of hydraulics. Silence rushed back into the room, heavy and jagged. I stood over the wreckage, chest heaving. The Phantom Blade dripped with a mix of synthetic fluid and the faint, silver sheen of my own blood where the kickback had nicked my thumb. I didn't look at the kills. I looked at my hands. The silver threads weren't just lacing my veins anymore; they were burning through the skin of my wrists, glowing with a violet light that refused to fade.

Like👍 before reading please. . 💔Hidden Scars💔 (Pain within😭) . . ✏Written By: _____Authoress Kamara✍_____ . . 😍Episode 15😍 . . 🌹Natasha🌹 I turned to see Reece coming out from another entrance and he looked hot like sincerely, he looked hot. He wore grey jeans and white shirt which displayed across his chest revealing taut muscles. Is it me or does he look more cuter with his hair curled backwards?

"Didn't you want to destroy me just now?" I focused my energy. As Vicky, I was strong. But as Victoria, I was powerful. I had all of the makings of a Queen and the abilities of a warrior. Blood mist appeared around me and gradually condensed into a physical form. Soon after, a sharp scythe took shape in my hand. It had a scarlet blade and an ebony back. I hadn't used it in about 200 years. This scythe had taken countless lives but now, it was one

The pressure of their gazes was familiar and pulled at her instincts to stand tall in front of them. When Maddie turned to face her opponent, her breath hitched. That steel rod of confidence she was forced to maintain in front of her pack, weakened slightly as she gulped. Jason wasn’t a small man, his body as carved as the other warriors even if his strength didn’t stand up to the Silver Moon training. However, he became more daunting with the vicious weapon in his hand. It was scythe like and gleamed as it caught the afternoon sun, flashing its sharp edge like a beacon to ward off any idiots who dared to approach him. It was a scian mhór, like Jess had told her. Its curved blade was good fo

“You really think Zeta and Thane won’t drag your sorry ass down with them? Don’t be stupid, Blade. You’re disposable.” He charged. Scarlet barely had time to breathe before silver flashed...bright, violent, screaming under the moonlight. The blade sang as it cut through the air, aimed straight for her heart. Silver. Pure. Deadly. Her world slowed. Her eyes widened. Fuck... A body slammed into hers, knocking the air out of her lungs. Warmth splashed across her chest. A familiar scent...burned pine, blood, regret...wrapped around her like a memory she’d tried to kill.

I plunged my hand into the dark, grasping a handle of frozen starlight and bone. As I hauled it out, the air temperature plummeted. The massive, six-foot curve of the Reaper's Scythe manifested, its bone-white steel humming with the screams of a thousand forgotten ghosts. I didn't run. I flickered, activating my Shadow Evasion Skill. The world turned into a gray smear for a microsecond. I reappeared in front of the girl just as the Bao-Feng's shadow eclipsed her. I swung the scythe in a brutal, gravity-defying arc.

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."

"Good luck. It's gone. The police are hunting you down. There is no escape." I hurled the scalpel, burying it in his shoulder. He collapsed, clutching the wound, but his eyes burned with defiance. I stalked over and ripped the blade out. "I never plan to leave alive. I've got plenty of time to make you talk. You're loaded and famous. Why stoop to this?" By the second stab, Robert broke, revealing the other kidney's fate. Sirens wailed outside, and flashlights pierced the windows, blinding me. Several police officers burst in. "Freeze! Hands on your head!" I drove the scalpel into Robert's heart, my rage drowning out his pathetic excuse.