Red Scythe Novels & Stories

" Flo held her stomach while groaning in pain. A little blood was visible on her hand. “FLO!!” Alisa panicked to see her friend injured. “Why? Are you in pain, huh? That was my follow-up attack. And now look at this.” Santana shouted again, calling for the weapon. “LEVEL THREE!!” Red light emerged again from the gap between the handle and the blade of the scythe. It was the highest mode for the second generation of the technology created by the Politech company. “EAT THIS!!” ZAZAZAZAZAZAZA

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. •••

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.

The wolf lunged. That’s when I moved. I reached into my boot and whipped out a slim, silver blade. I drove it hard into Sylah’s hind leg as she soared toward me. Thud. She hit the ground howling, her form flickering in and out and her leg twitching violently. Zara’s scream tore through the clearing. “You bitch! You used wolfsbane on her?!” Duhh… I wasn’t stupid enough to show up empty-handed. I knew they wouldn't fight fair so I brought my own backups. They were illegal, of course. But laws meant little where they were concerned.

"Freeze! Hands on your head!" I drove the scalpel into Robert's heart, my rage drowning out his pathetic excuse.

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.