Red Scythe Novels & Stories

"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

The content now included an image of a scythe, similar to the one held by the Grim Reaper. "What does this scythe mean?" Austin asked, his brow furrowed. Ezra's eyes flickered with fear. "This is the Death Scythe, symbolizing the harvesting of lives. In the Shadow Web Syndicate's assassination orders, if a Death Scythe appears, it means that a top assassin from the Death List has taken an interest. Each scythe represents one top-tier assassin from the Death List." Austin's pupils contracted sharply. He suddenly understood why Ezra, usually so unflappable, was so visibly shaken.

All she could see was darknes then she envisioned a strand of light curling itself around the darkness and soon, strands of light appear and interwined themselves into each other, then a bright light shot out of the hand holding Jade's hand. Jade gasped and opened her eyes then closed them again. Marissa smiled weakly at her friend before passing out beside her. **** Kasha twirled the knife in her hand and smirked evilly as she stared at the girl on her knees in front of her. Her body was covered in knife wounds and was bleeding profusely. The floor was covered with blood. Kasha threw the knife that she was holding and it impaled the girl on her shoulder but there was no sound from her.

“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.

Number 50 was the rude stranger from before his weapon was the most breathtaking of all. Its stats were as follows:- Name: "Soulcutter" ‎Appearance: A dark, curved scythe with an ebony wood staff (6 ft long). Intricate silver etchings (like skeletal vines) crawl along the edge. At the base, a crimson gem glows faintly – said to pulse with every soul "harvested". ‎Stats: ‎- Damage: High melee + possible "soul drain" effect ‎- Range: Long sweep (hits multiple foes)

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."

『.*+ •ᴄʜᴀᴘ. ᴛʜɪʀᴛʏ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ+ •*.』 THE RED AURA AROUND SCARLETT'S SKIN LESSENED INTO A FAINT STRAWBERRY GLOW.

He confusedly flipped the pages, until his eyes landed on the accounts at the end of the file, under the names of all Omegas were written prices and they were marked with stamps of two different colors, red and green, out of which most of them were marked green. He froze in his spot, while his hands started to tremble at the sudden, terrible revelation. It all came crashing down on Elio, as his heart clenched in pure disgust and anger, this was way more twisted than he had ever imagined it to be. The central governing pack Cypress, was trading Omegas.