Red Scythe Novels & Stories

Lucas slashed out with his sword. The tens of Red Scorpion Dark Races, who pounced toward Lucas, were chopped into bits, and the sight of it was spooky. ‘This!!!’ The Red Scorpion Dark Races were all scared and looked at the Immemorial Dragon Sword in Lucas’ hand, terrified. “I got a sword that can conquer the world!” Then, he swung the sword down. Innumerable top-notch sword rays shot out toward the Red Scorpion Dark Races who surrounded Lucas. Hundreds of Red Scorpion Dark Races were spooked because they realized they were unable to defend against such an attack.

I repeated her. "Yes, Hyun Ki. Did you forget that Lord Inferno has a soul weapon in the form of a black scythe that can take out the spirit of life. I read about it in your personal library." Aphrodite explained that to me. "But I can't see the scythe on you, Lord Minami." Aphrodite's speech was disdainful, she looked at Minami and smiled again. "Don't tell me you couldn't pull the scythe out." "This girl is really annoying, I'll—"

Didn't he, like her, feel their bond vibrate when they were close to each other? He took her hands to reassure her and raised his head to the sky: "Goddess of the Moon, give me strength." Finally, he looked again into the eyes of his soul mate: " Manu, descendant of the clan of the Ancient Augustine. I officially introduce myself, Alpha Harry of the Red Moon, who has come to protect the human under the protection of the Council. Emmanuelle opened her eyes and looked at him in horror: "The red wolf..." she whispered in terror. She was finally aware of her beloved's flaming hair, his stature, and especially the acronym of the Council embroidered on his shirt. "The Vampire Reaper."

Ruth caught his ankle in mid-air, digging her sharp fangs into it with all she had. The soldier screamed, and his screams filled the air as blood poured from his ankle. Ruth would not let go, shaking it with all she had, and the soldier’s expression, so haughty a moment before, now turned to one of fear. He reached down, into his scabbard, and extracted his sword. He lifted it high and prepared to bring it down on Ruth’s back. That was when Scarlet felt it. It was like a force taking over her body, as if another power, another entity, were inside her. Without realizing what she was doing, she suddenly burst into action. She couldn’t control it, and she didn’t understand what was happening.

Mathin parried. And suddenly Scy was there, a katana-like energy blade weaving like St. Elmo’s fire, interfering with the monster’s blade and luring it away while Mathin freed himself. Balanced on one foot, Mathin withdrew his own gun and stood ready to aid should Scy need it.

He looked exactly like Eryx, but without the scars, without the iron, and without the Carnal Hunger that made my own blood sing. He didn't hold a scepter or a scythe; he held a Scalpel made of First Alpha’s Rib, its blade a needle of Absolute Redaction that held the power to "Fix" any soul into a permanent, static sanity. "Eryx," I whispered, but the name tasted like cold salt. He didn't look at me with hunger; he looked at me with Assessment. He held the scalpel with the casual grace of a surgeon preparing for a routine excision.

“You shouldn’t have interrupted, human girl.” Found herself in a place where she could not escape, her glasses shatters in the process, leaving her to see the real world where she hated, scared off, but fought against. The sky and everything around her stop along with time, yet tainted with the sin of the mixed black, and red hue of its family line and colors. An eerie steps echoes, coming forward to where she stands, as a silhouette is getting clearer, with the prominent scythe in a clear image. “Well, well, well, look who do we have here?”

"And I don't care if you think that's a good enough reason or not." Scar glared at him. A gentle breeze had the strands of her fiery red hair swaying around her face, making them appear like rippling flames. She was a sight to behold, and a lesser man might have been willing to give in to her demands. Might have been cowed by the stares of a dozen other shifters and goblins who'd stopped what they were doing to watch.

It was looking for an opportunity to stop Adrian and Rozi's joint attack. The black scythe emanated with an air of death. It felt even colder than the air around them. A faint black aura could be seen around the scythe, seemingly made out of a singular soul locked within. The soul shrieked and wailed in pain. The scythe thirsted for human life, and it would lock the soul it reaped within itself for an eternity of suffering.

If words were exchanged, Ru couldn’t hear them, and she watched as Cutter raised his hands and sent streaks of blue into the air, aimed at Nat’s face. Raising his scythe, Nat reflected the light, sending it harmlessly into the tops of the trees. Cutter recoiled and tried again, shooting short bursts this time. Nat reflected each of them, moving his scythe from one target to the next, blocking the bolt aimed for his shoulder, then his knee and his opposite side. Twirling his scythe in front of him, he swung it at Cutter, who jumped out of the way just in time. Ru watched, fascinated, as Cutter used his light to form an equally long weapon, this one a glowing blue, and the two locked in arms a