Novelas y relatos de Red Scythe

No one would suspect you and they would usually talk and act recklessly in front of you. “The weapon,” It was a scythe. A retractable scythe that could tear heavy metals like paper and pierce through anything even the soul. Using it, they can open treasures long-buried and kill anyone like nobody's business. It's a precious little thing. And it's in the rightful and very capable hands. Me. •••

Derek said, trying not to laugh at Lewis' reaction. “Fall off?” Derek handed him a headset. “Put this on.” “Are you sure this is safe?” Lewis asked. “Trust me,” Derek said with a low voice. Lewis opened his eyes but his body was still tense. The engine started. The blades began to spin. Lewis’s breathing picked up immediately. “Oh no,” Lewis said, reaching out for anything he could hold. As the helicopter lifted, Derek reached for his hand and took it. Just slightly at first, but their fingers intertwined firmly as the helicopter moved higher.

Some of us, you could say, consider her a mother we never had. The moment she opens up the material, Sylvie's torso is revealed. I suck in a breath, the air whistling through my teeth. Blood rushes to my head so quickly that my claws and canines extend. Anger, hot and searing, burns within me. It's not just the bruised side that makes me angry, but the slight internal bleeding. But the slight, many scars she has around her stomach. They're not so noticeable, but my vision is sharper than anyone's. Elyse keeps examining, going further and further until Sylvie is lying naked on the table. If this were any different, I would be having other thoughts in my head. And Valac wouldn't be losing his

He kept screaming and shouting that name, but no answer was heard. He finally reached the middle of the forest at the top of the mountain, where there was a large cherry blossom tree that was blooming. Under the tree, he found a girl lying underneath. The girl did not move. Her body was covered with cuts and punctures. Blood kept flowing, creating a pool of blood around it. The man was shocked! He was absolutely horrified by the scene in front of him. His body trembled, his eyes filled with a sense of disbelief and fear. He stepped slowly, while trembling. He could not believe what he saw until he was right near the pool of blood.

“Nico was able to get it on his way here, and it has been sprinkled... all around... the building. So yes... yes I think you don’t have anywhere else to hide... because you are powerless without your spells and incantations.” “We are not as crazy as you are,” Nico marched towards her. “So there won’t be bloodshed tonight. We are giving you a chance to surrender and stop your despicable acts, or else... there might be bloodshed.” He tried to reach out to her but she swung her arm and cut him with a knife she hid under her sleeve.

He looked intimidating. Electric currents danced along the scythe like wild silver snakes that emanated a thrilling electrical energy. Victor was very pleased with the scythe and felt a tinge of gratitude for the mutated mechanical rat. After all, a tiny creature like that managed to drop such a massive weapon. It was quite a feat. Although the war scythe was merely fine-grade, Victor was content. He knew that getting a piece of fine-grade equipment at the start of the apocalypse was already a massive stroke of luck.

“Do you know why? Because she doesn’t drain me. She feeds me. Just as I feed her. We are symbiosis. We are balance. We are what the books never predicted.” “The Council… the Council will want to know about this…” “The Council will find out soon enough.” I tilted my head. “And it will learn.” I extended my hand to the side, and the air tore open in violet and silver. My black scythe slid out of the pocket dimension, the ebony handle fitting perfectly in my palm. The curved blade gleamed, ancient runes pulsing in shades of violet. The leader looked at the scythe. Then at me. “That is… a scythe of death…”

Once the scythe was in his hand, Damien unceremoniously shot towards Reinhardt at a very high speed. Damien pulled the huge scythe back, already very ready to swing it at Reinhard. Reinhardt tried to block Damien's scythe attack with his sword, but what Damien was aiming for was not his body, but Damien trying to strike his own sword very hard. With that much power, Reinhardt could not hold his grip on the hilt of Damien's mystical sword that he had been holding. Clanggg!~ … Damien's mystical sword finally slipped from Reinhardt's hand, hovering several meters in the air before sinking into the ground.

Henry pretended not to notice, but Dray wouldn't be duped by such a child. And it was moments like these when Dray genuinely acted like a child. "Watch!" " Soul cleave!" A vast stream of aura swirls right into Dray's hands, becoming a monstrous scythe twice Dray's size. "Damn, bruh..." Henry mumbled. "Let the scythe reap the harvest of your wretched life." Unnecessary words were uttered as Dray sliced the Orc in half in a couple of seconds.

“I’m beyond being helped by you or anyone or anything. I’m much stronger than you now.” “Set me down, and we can talk,” Kyle said. “It’s too late for that,” Rynd said. “If I set you down, it will be only to lie with the worms.” Kyle’s heart stopped, as he heard the sickening sound of a silver sword being extracted from its scabbard. He watched as Rynd took several steps forward and raised it high. He began to swing, aiming for Kyle’s throat, and Kyle could see from the look in his eyes, that it was a look meant to kill.