Red Scythe Novels & Stories

"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

“Isn’t that--” “Yeah. We’re not sure.” he was quick to respond to Oswald who noticed too. “Jin, get a better look closer. She hasn’t seen your face yet.” “Why me?” Jin complained before frowning, putting his hands in his hoodie pockets before casually walking around until he was close enough that he could see Rojean’s face clearly and check out Lucas’ appearance before going back to Theo and Oswald. Lucas and Rojean were getting chocolates and Theo couldn’t help but think for a moment how Sei liked her chocolates as well. It was Sei, he thought but he still wasn’t so sure. He had no direction here to follow.

Henry pretended not to notice, but Dray wouldn't be duped by such a child. And it was moments like these when Dray genuinely acted like a child. "Watch!" " Soul cleave!" A vast stream of aura swirls right into Dray's hands, becoming a monstrous scythe twice Dray's size. "Damn, bruh..." Henry mumbled. "Let the scythe reap the harvest of your wretched life." Unnecessary words were uttered as Dray sliced the Orc in half in a couple of seconds.

who is it? My eyes landed on the only unhooded being in the room. Not a wolf. No- he doesn't look like these bloodsuckers. Was he even a vampire? It was an older looking man in a ripped butler's uniform. The buttons had Lamia's initials on it. He works for her. He must be leading this battle. This man was bald with a gray beard. He held onto a black metal scythe. He looked like a grim reaper somehow. He scared me. I watched as he held up against five wolves that tried to attack him together. He swung the blade and I watched as it cut into and injured the wolves severely.