Red Scythe Novels & Stories

Yule had already freed Lucella and Celeste and both of them were at a safe distance from us. Yule stretched his free hand to his side. His wolf emerged from his body in a spiritual form and then took the physical body of a wolf. Yule’s wolf lunged at Killian, slamming him on the ground. The three of them got into a dangerously severe combat of physical, magical, and strategic attacks. The Nyx scythe wasn’t just something that could cut curses. It could cut souls, especially the cursed souls like that of Derek and Polaris. If Yule could cut Derek’s and Polaris’ souls apart, Derek would lose his ability of malignancy.

“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.

He’s confident, skilled in his craft and wicked with war scythe. Zane uses a war scythe to harvest the souls to bring back to Death. It’s where the whole concept of the grim reaper's image comes from in the human world. It’s because they took the idea from Zane’s coven. Of course, at the time, they didn’t know. They thought it was all made-up shit in stories. Zane’s war scythe is a badass. The top part of the blade has jimppings as the blade curves toward where it meets the staff; it has black bone-like fragments sticking from it. On the bottom of the staff, there is a badass-looking skull.

Tristan froze for a moment, and I took the chance to yank my hand free. "Trying to play hard to get?" He scoffed. "Don't come crying when this blows up in your face. I'm not playing along." "You don't have to worry about that." I rubbed my reddened wrist, then turned to leave. "What do you mean? What's wrong with you? If you wanna break up, just say it!" He grabbed my arm from behind, his expression livid.

Tresicta came at her from the side scythe making contact with her cheek, but before she could just breeze past, she collided into her arm and she brought the powerful woman onto her back once again. Sapphire flipped back, almost taking the blade of her other scythe as it came out of the air. She couldn’t answer the questions of how things kept appearing when she heard it. Steel coming towards her and it went across her shoulder and so did another one over the other shoulder and beside both legs and she was bound.

The violet light in my veins was still screaming, but now it wasn't for attack—it was for protection. ​I looked up at the cliffs, my eyes burning. Silas had tried to kill me, and he had hurt my Julian. ​The "Scythe" in my hand solidified. It wasn't a shadow anymore. It was a physical blade of violet crystal, humming with the power of ten lifetimes. ​"My turn," I whispered.

“But what if someone comes…” “That’s the idea, silly,” she breathes. “No, I mean, what if someone else comes in…” “I’ll keep a look out,” offers Laura helpfully. “You can imagine I’m Scar Son if you like,” pleads Sandra, starting to squirm around on the bed, her hips writhing in sexual frustration while she fucks herself with two fingers inside her panties.

Long greasy looking hair covered most of its face and only one red colored eye was directed at the both of us as it approached. "I believe that is a corpse seeker, Rai," I mumbled sourly and pulled my sword out and held it in front of me. Rai patted my back and said there were six more surrounding us. The closest one reached out and scratched me on my forearm with its claw and I screamed in agony as the skin partially decayed and fell away. I looked at Rai and told him we were both fucked. I watched him close his eyes and felt the ground shift beneath my feet. My mouth dropped open as thick black clouds engulfed Rai and formed a cloak around his growing form. He opened his hand and a shiny s

I wipe off blood from my nose and snap it back in place “Last chance, tell me where to find that bastard and you might be alive to rebuild” “Don't underestimate me just because you were able to land an attack on me” blood drips from her face and she slowly walks to me Death Scythe emerges from my shadow and floats beside me before I grip it firmly and run to her. I perform a front thrust, pushing Death Scythe to her face but Madame Abigail steps to the side and i turn it over making the blade curl behind her and then pull it back fast

"You're going to pay for damaging my shield!" In a swift motion, Severin summoned his Scarletsky Sword, the blade of which was brimming with swordwill that sliced through the surrounding space. With a firm grip on the sword, Severin unleashed thousands of sword beams upon the galaxy monster, with each one spanning ten thousand feet and sweeping away everything in its path.