Red Scythe Novels & Stories

- said the angel on the right, named Orphamiel. - Exactly, you must have been curious yourself, otherwise you would have resisted more.- added Razael, standing on the left. - Okay, take it easy guys.- Rathanael turned gently to them. - There's no point in arguing, since you're already here anyway.- Saraqael said, looking at those three like a mother on her mischievous children.- Please, be more serious, you belong to the Scarlet Roses after all. You're good at your job, but sometimes you act like children.- she sighed, then turned her head to Esther.- Meet your colleagues, they're Orphamiel, Anahel and Razael.- Saraqael introduced them, pointing from right to left.- Their main task is to bri

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!!!!”

I screamed. He was taken aback upon seeing me with no control. Mad. F*cking mad. Out of my sanity. I stepped forward as he stepped back. “You... you f*cking, Silva. You f*cking call me a f*cking bitch! I am no slut, nor a wh*re! I am just a bad f*cking bitch who beats men *sses and not f*cking and sucking and riding their f*cking d*cks!” I shout and threw the glass of wine towards him. The glass shattered as his blood drops. The broken glass cut his arms.

I curled into myself trying to shut everything out. I don’t know how long had passed but the smell of sandalwood and amber entered the space as I heard the front door, slowly as the scent grew stronger my senses became mine once again. I was finally feeling normal again when my bedroom door swung open and within a few seconds his strong arms were wrapped around me holding me together. I finally took a deep breath and looked around me, my friends were both sitting on the bed looking at me with concern, Scarlet had a scratch on her arm that wasn’t there when she had arrived at the house. I looked at them both with confusion. “What happened Scarlet?” I asked my bestie. “That night.... when your

I said in a dangerous yet calm manner, "Tell me about those Rogues and Vampires, Randy." He gulps loudly, "I-I don't know what you're talking about." I laugh and drag my knife dangerously near his throat. "Do you honestly believe that I'll buy that? Look," I pull away the knife from him, but I trace it and drag it up to his cheek, blood coming out. It won't heal any sooner because the blade was silver, as you know. As I looked at him evilly, I said, "Spill if you want to see the redhead again or Robert was that his name is." Asked playfully

Aethelred raised his scythe for a killing blow, his eyes two pits of ancient, unblinking light. "The ending is the same, Emma," he whispered. "The Wolf always returns to the dark." I didn't dodge. I Inverted. I let the Aether-Glass blade pass through my shoulder, the pain a white-hot agony that grounded me in the present. As the blade entered my flesh, I grabbed the hilt of his scythe with my bare hand. I didn't use my power to break it. I used my Scars. I flooded the Aether-Glass with the memory of the Cellar. I showed the ancient blade the feeling of the cold iron, the smell of the straw, and the heat of the Rebel’s first touch. I showed it the "Noise" of a life lived in the mess.

Evandros lost his steps and fell on the dirty ground covered with dead leaves. Once he got to his senses and raised his head, his pupils shrank. "SCARLET." He yelled at the top of his lungs, scarlet held the sword in her left hand as blood dripped down from her right arm. Her right sleeve was torn up and big claw marks can be seen on her white arm through which blood was pouring out like a rainfall.

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

But I cared less; he could display an array of powers as much as he wanted, but he was going down today. With gritted teeth, I pounced forward on both feet, claws pointed at the Scythe standing before me. All around me were thousands of shadowy Scythes, this time with deep red monster eyes shining in the lumps. No one knew which one was the real Scythe. How powerful had he become to possess such a menacing presence different from what he used to have? As I slashed at the Scythe before me, the shadow dispersed and quickly took shape again, as if nothing had happened. But I wasn't surprised; I expected this result.

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.