Novel & Cerita Red Scythe

Our parents are used to our banter. “I see Mom gave you your gift. Well, let me give you my gift.” Dad says with a grin as he waves his hand, and shadows swarm around his hand. When the shadows disappear, there is a war scythe in his hands. It’s almost identical to his. Except where his has black details, mine has dark purple. The top part of the blade has jimpings as the blade curves toward where it meets the staff; it has dark purple bone-like fragments sticking from it. On the bottom of the staff, there is a badass-looking skull with purple jeweled eyes. “It’s time you had your own war scythe for reaping souls.”

“Get out of here – now!” That brief inattention cost him. The Rogue he had pinned to the bricks in front of him twisted its big head, jaws wide, huge fangs dripping saliva. It bit down hard on Rhye’s forearm, ripping into the warrior’s muscled flesh. Without a sound of pain or anger, only chillingly swift efficiency, Rhye brought his other hand up and buried a blade in the Rogue’s neck. The diseased demon dropped, lifeless, its corpse sizzling from the titanium that poisoned its corrupt bloodstream.

The older brother kept his focus fixed on Ezekiel as they made a run toward each other, ready to fight one another at the moment they were at arm's length. The Angel of Death made a wide swing with his scythe, but Mathias quickly caught the scythe. The blade glowed in red as if it knew another presence of being who had the power of wielding the power of the scythe. He tore the scythe from Ezekiel's grip and broke it into two halves, sending a powerful quake across the realm. Enraged by the loss of his weapon, Ezekiel punched the Lycan repeatedly, but with every punch he sent, the Lycan healed instantly. Ryker and Tanto kept on roaring as they ripped many beasts in their ways in a circle, kee

"Everyone, all in! Take his head for White Wolf!" The crowd attacked in unison, either using their fists and feet, or wielding machetes and iron bars, charging toward Blood Sickle's head. "You want to kill me? In your dreams!" Blood Sickle laughed coldly as a sickle-shaped weapon appeared in his hand without anyone's notice. It was the Scythe of Death. Countless people had died under this scythe, which was why he was called Blood Sickle.

It has to be admitted bloodsucking dickhead is a fantastic warrior but a shitty person…leech…whatever. The next moment, he was on Morsanctu’s back, clinging onto her like a pesky spider. Scillaes were flying around them and sending the electric current in a bid to shock and electrocute Kandreah. The flashback of the fight between Nexelex and Sentaya came to mind. Morsanctu thrashed and screeched surreally, flapping her wings, causing electric waves to be sent off across the Morsburg battlefield. Kandreah axed her head with a chthonic axe in a swift and precise move. Morsanctu fell on the ground with a thud, raising a whirl of purple smoke and fog which rose in the air. The remaining Scillas

The venoms in my veins are making me a psychopath, but then, a sound tore me from the desert of my disbelief - Ryan's pleasurable groans. Ira ran to the Star Lake and stopped near the edge. Her fiery glowing eyes shimmered with pain, disbelief, and a silent promise. Unknown to the reason, this lake has always brought us serenity. It's water flowed with a serene ferocity. No one had known my wolf was crimson-red wolf, not even the ones who birthed me. Her red fur mirroring the moon. Ira's eyes caught sight of the Red Moon standing proudly in the dark sky, casting an eerie glow that bathed everything. It was as if a witch was casting her magical spell on the world, beautiful and haunting at th

I told it, breathless. Its surface shimmered. The reflected scythe that had been swinging toward my face snapped into an angle that sent it back into its own frame. Spider‑cracks raced across the glass as the image hit itself. The real scythe above us—not a full one, just a bitter remnant from another world—hesitated a beat too long for the storm’s liking. The support it hung from groaned audibly in protest. “Every time you make it falter,” Selene called, landing light on a spinning carnival cart, “it ripple‑fails three tiles over. You’re forcing it to re‑calc in real time. It hates that.”

The dense condensed power made his heart twitch with unease. "Trying to advance your realm?" Butcher bared his teeth, stained with shreds of flesh. "Die for me!" He did not waste a word. The muscles on his right arm bulged, veins writhing like venomous snakes. A dozens-meter-long dark scythe materialized in his hand in an instant. Butcher spun and hurled the scythe like a javelin. The weapon tore through the air with a sonic boom, carrying the full power of a Sixth-Rank Marquis warrior straight for Eira’s forehead.

in her both palms, however Samrat just stood in his place, he crossed his arms in front of his chest with a smirk “You think you can hurt me with these scissor huh?” Samrat said giving a small chuckle “Go ahead attack me , Come on” He said and spread his arms wide like he was Welcoming Erica to attack him, his reaction shocked her in first few seconds , erica even thought of attacking him but she stopped when she remember that there nothing is greater to Samrat then his dominance, in these past months she knew Samrat well, she knew how much he hates her, but he will not kill her because he like to see her in miserable state every day, with that thought, she looked straight in his eyes and

The Deviuture flipped its wings ,and as those humongous wings rose and fell , its impact hit Chelsea and Ron like a hurling cyclone - it slammed against their backs and Chelsea felt that she and Ron will almost be thrown thousands of feet away . By the time Chelsea got her footing back on the ground it was too late - The deviuture was again spreading its wings , readying itself to pierce the both of them . " Protect yourself ! " said Chelsea summoning her double headed scythe , her most dangerous weapon , the scythe was completely pure white except for the two blue gems that were inlaid on the centre of both the end of its rod . White fumes rose from its blades and the surrounding grass slow