Red Scythe Novels & Stories

“Is it thick as an elephant's, or thin as a fish’s? I want to find out.” My eyes moved to my palm as she pressed the sharp part of the knife to the open skin and then drew the knife across it, cutting it open. Surprisingly, I felt no pain even at this, and she shook my hand with the knife still in the wound, and again, our eyes met. It only stopped when all of a sudden, the door was kicked open and Kieran Lancaster stood in the doorway, his cold eyes taking everything in before stopping where his mother stood with my hand in hers.

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)

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

The slender fingers of hers were like butterflies flying, as she quickly solved the formation. Severin was not idle either, he took out his spiritual treasure the Scarletsky Sword. Under the slicing of the Scarletsky Sword, the restrictions in front of the cave began to break and became simulated. Soon, under the joint efforts of them both, the formation protecting the mountainside was finally solved.

There were two men with Scorpion tattoos on their necks standing by the side and awaiting further orders from me. Hale's hands were tied to his back and he was on his knees. I picked up a big stick from the floor and gave it to her, saying, "For the most part of your life, you suffered so much at his hands. Today, I am giving you a chance to get revenge. Hit him as much as you want. If you want, you can even shoot him to death." She stared at Hale for a while who was shaking his head, trying to plead with her with his eyes not to go ahead. He wanted to speak, but his jaws were broken because he had been terribly beaten up.

Both Edith’s landed on the path that was left for the Asuras to go through, and they launched at them. Edith swung her scythe skillfully, cutting through the beasts in one swing. Her eyes were filled with fury as the fiery blood of the Asuras painted her blade a glowing orange color. She continued to slice off heads, arms, and legs as she moved from before the Asuras to behind them.

she spat, her anguish twisting into resentment. Before I could respond, she lunged at me, her hands gripping my hair, pulling me into a whirlwind of chaos. Nurses rushed to intervene, attempting to pry her away as the room echoed with the harsh sounds of grief and rage. Through the blur of tears and pain, I felt the weight of her accusations and the sting of her physical blows. In the midst of mourning, I found myself burdened with an accusation that cut deeper than any words. ***

Scarlett’s POV The rider’s magic surged toward me, dark and relentless. I barely managed to duck, but suddenly, the scene shifted, and I found myself standing on a battlefield. The ground was frozen, unmistakably Northern soil, and bodies lay scattered everywhere—a testament to the lives that had already been lost.

Chapter 7 Raul’ s POV Far be it from me to deny Scarlett what she wants, so when she started panting, “fuck me, fuck me, fuck me”, I had to comply. I am, after all, a gentleman. I unbuckle my jeans and start to slide them off as Scarlett, with one of her extended claws, makes my job easier and slices them off. It’s a good thing that she and I started keeping extra clothes at each other’s pack houses because of this very thing.

The screen flashed with mocking symbols and a progress bar showing the data extraction in real time, accompanied by taunting messages from foreign hackers. "What—what do I do?! I don't know how to handle this!" Her voice cracked as she stared helplessly at the screen. "It's over," Julian muttered, his voice hollow. "It's all over." Watching the data drain away, he swayed unsteadily, realizing just how doomed he was. In desperation, his gaze fell on me, standing calm and composed to the side. A spark of hope flickered in his eyes as he yanked me toward the computer. "Skye! You know this stuff—you can fix it, right?"