Scythe Audio Book Novels & Stories

He raised his staff, and the air thickened with the stench of decay. Roots, black and thorned, erupted from the ground, wrapping around their legs, yanking them down. Lydia shouted, throwing a blast of light toward the staff. It struck true, splintering the weapon. The Herald hissed but did not fall. "You think light will save you?" he snarled. "Light is a lie." He raised his hands again, and this time, the sarcophagus cracked open. A scream, not of this world, tore through the chamber, a scream that melted stone and turned blood to ice. Something was awakening. Mitchell stirred, eyes fluttering open. She saw it, the shape rising from the coffin. Wings of smoke. Eyes like burning pits.

Rei took a few steps closer to Troy and Briar. Putting his hand on Rei’s arm he whispered in his ear and Rei visibly calmed down. “You realize there are 3 wolves right outside her window, and the big guys are right downstairs waiting my signal. He’s not getting anywhere with Briar. I promise.” Scythe told Rei. “Fine. It’s your show. Go get her. I’ll hold back for now.” Rei replied. “Good, now Rei, please back up, you don’t want any this.” Scythe pushed Rei behind him as he started to release his aura. A low to the ground mist started curling around Scythe until it manifested a scythe like weapon with incredible reach.

The landscape was alien and foreboding, a surreal amalgamation of shifting shadows and fragmented structures that seemed perpetually on the verge of collapse. The air was thick with an unsettling stillness, broken only by the occasional whisper of forgotten memories. Each whisper was like a ghostly touch against her skin, a fleeting sensation that left her shivering. The whispers were disjointed, fragments of conversations, cries, and laughter that seemed to echo from the very walls of Nyxterra. They whispered her name in haunting, fragmented tones, urging her deeper into the darkness.

"Freeze! Hands on your head!" I drove the scalpel into Robert's heart, my rage drowning out his pathetic excuse.

I made sure he knew, in that moment, which part of the sound was the furniture and which was the breaking of my bones, my skin. "No," he slurred, shaking his head as if to dislodge a persistent insect. "Get out of my head." But I was just setting the scene. I played the memory of my death on a relentless, clear loop in his mind. The sight of me, small and pale, trying to drag myself across the vast expanse of floor, my strength failing with each pathetic inch. The long, dark, ugly smear of blood I left behind—a brutal, abstract painting of my final, desperate journey.

His door was locked but I punched a hole through the door, turning open the knob. We rushed in and I found Lyle sprawled on the floor in shorts, he was covered up in sweats and his heartbeat was fast. I wondered how I hadn't noticed this, his pupils had dilated completely and he grunted, clutching his head tight, as he kept calling Freya. "What is going on?" Byron asked, confused. "I don't know" I was as confused as he was. We both caught the whiff of a familiar scent and I saw a small sized bottle on the floor, I took it up and sniffed. Lyle groaned as his wolf struggled to break free and ease himself if the pain.

This is not a good idea. It wakes the resting soul inside me as I hear Skye's voice thunderously echoed all over the mansion. Adrenaline rush spread all over inside me lile a wild fire in the jungle. “Ahhhh!” We swiftly moved out from bed and headed down as we heard our Prince screamed for the second time loudly like he had never did before.

Lillie Damon stared out the window of her cabin. The lightning in the midnight sky illuminated the forest on Slaughter Hill. Wind hissed through the forests. Thunder rang with a loud explosion that echoed for miles. She was determined it was a suitable midnight to cast a spell upon her suitor Paul. She went into the shower. Lying down on the counter was a comb that Paul used to comb his hair. Lillie picked up the hair from his comb. Lillie stepped onto the back deck and cleaned the soil off the underside of his loafers. She continued into the backyard and ignited a picture of him and picked up the ashes. She was squatting on the floor with torches all around her. The gleam of the torches pro

Kyle grinned, leaned in, and sank his beautiful ecstatic fangs, growing and growing, into her throat. It was the greatest feeling of his life. The woman screamed as he drank her blood, gorging himself until she fell limp in his arms. Kyle rose to his feet, satisfied, and turned and surveyed the empty highway. He straightened his collar, smoothed his shirt, and took the first step. There was a lot of payback coming this town’s way—and it would all start with Scarlet.

I need to. My eyes start fogging up and my vision becomes a blur. Everything is growing darker until there is nothing but darkness. Nothing to see. Nothing to feel. Nothing to hear. Peace fall over me. It feels better. Nothings hurt anymore. I am free of pain. "Don't worry sweetheart. You won't remember this." "Stop!" My eyes snap open. My body is trembling and my heart accelerating. I grab my head between my hands and pull my knees to my chest. "Lilith?" A distort voice vibrate through my ripping thoughts. "Are you alright?" I don't answer I keep my position. Scared that if I move that weight will find me again.