Scutter Novels & Stories

No one would suspect you and they would usually talk and act recklessly in front of you. “The weapon,” It was a scythe. A retractable scythe that could tear heavy metals like paper and pierce through anything even the soul. Using it, they can open treasures long-buried and kill anyone like nobody's business. It's a precious little thing. And it's in the rightful and very capable hands. Me. •••

They all fell on their knees without a word. Scoffing, he dipped his palms into his pant pockets. “Scar!” A man dressed in complete black stepped forward from behind, “Yes Boss.” “Lock them up. Make sure none get even a drop of water until my son is found.” “Yes Boss.” Scar turned his gaze to the six kneeling men and immediately, they got on their feet and followed him without a struggle. Lauren carefully parked the bike in its designated corner with a sigh. She was done with her last job for the day—home delivery.

“Oh, wow. That’s so crazy. Gosh, my head hurts already. I don’t want to think about anything.” “It’s okay, I understand,” June nodded. “I’m sure the reason he kidnapped Luke was because he knew Luke knew everything you knew.” Elena sighed. “He’ll be fine, right?” “I’m sorry. I can’t promise you anything,” June replied, her gaze shifting from Elena. “Conor is scarier than you could ever imagine. He has no human feelings whatsoever. I mean, look at us, both tied up here without even knowing where or-” “Shh,” Elena cut June off. “I hear footsteps.”

he shrugged. “Why?” she asked annoyed by her excessive nosiness. “Well...... I'm not sure if you will understand but when I hold a paper the words don't seem to focus...and I have to work harder in placing them"he shrugged. "Have you considered getting a spectacle?"she asked.

I get outside the cave ,and a bunch of the warriors are trying to hold scar down with a net trap ,stopping him from flying ,I'm surprised he didn't mind link me ,bad boy scar ,he knows they're noting ,that's why he probably didn't bother , as soon as i step out a bunch of were wolves already shifted dashed towards me with their claws out . "Ozzaaaarrrrr" i said shooting a fire ball back at them sending them flying into the woods in their numbers ,scar ,charges up lifting his wings off the ground with a burst of fire and pure power that sends all the traps placed on him flying , i put the pair of shoes to his nose so he can sniff it and join in also in the search , as i hop back on him an h

’ Scarlet asked as Samantha rolled her eyes at her wolf. ‘It’s not the same. This… we’re… No!’ Samantha replied as she cut off her mind link with Scarlet. Her wolf played around in anguish as she waited for Samantha’s action against their rejected mate. She put her hands up in front of her to stop Zack from advancing toward her. He ignored the clear sign as Zack was taking another step toward Samantha.

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.

--- ### The Shadow of the Moon As we walked toward the doors, leaving the warehouse behind, I looked up at the sky one last time. The violet moon was fading, returning to its dull grey color. But as the light died, I saw something moving across its surface. A massive, black shadow. It looked like a hand reaching out to grab the Earth. "What is that?" I asked, pointing upward. The Scavenger woman didn't look up. She kept walking into the snow. "That's the **Collector**," she said. "The machines realized the power spike came from here. They’re sending a 'Maintenance Crew' to fix the leak."

I replied, shrugging casually as I took a bite of salad. Scott stood up from the table, walking over to one of the dark wooden kitchen cupboards. He reached inside and pulled out a small, metallic object, placing it flat on the center of the dining table before sitting back down. The item had an intricate design that glimmered sharply under the bright fluorescent kitchen lights. "What is that?" I asked, pointing a finger toward the object. "Oh, it's a silver talisman," Scott explained easily, picking up his fork. "It’s a specialized tool used to block out and ward off werewolf hearing within a specific radius."

The afterimages disappeared and Quinn reached out into empty space, bringing out a scythe. “Soul Conceptualisation: Father Time’s Scythes.” The copy looked confused. “What’s this? I have no recollection of this ability.” Now he was on guard. “You’re bluffing.”, he said, walking closer towards him. Quinn said nothing and raised his scythes. The copy ran around him, bringing himself closer and closer to Quinn. He sent afterimages, trying to confuse him into releasing his move. When he finally did get too close, Quinn spun around and sliced him in half. “Time deletion.”