Scythe Audio Book Novels & Stories

"Mr. Smith. He was here last night." Shivers ran down her spine hearing his name. Emma's smile faded and her body froze, fingers still clasping the fragile flowers. She gazed at Mina, puzzled, and her palms grew cold with fear. Seeing the obvious dread on Emma's face Mina gently grasped her hand and drew her onto the bed. "The doctor tried reaching you but he answered the phone. Don't worry, we're okay. He meant no harm. Frankly speaking, we might have had some difficulties if he hadn't shown up."

making multiple cuts appear on Merka's body. The scythe on her hands glow with every drop of blood landing on the ground... Merka felt cold fear...as wasn't as pompous as she was previously. "Please spare me...I beg you..." Merka fell to the ground in pure fright as she continued begging Madeline. Madeline ignored Merka pleas as she raised her scythe.... "This is where you die...." Bang! The scythe shook violently like it had hitted a hard rock. Madeline looked up to see Damien, and the scythe on his left shoulder. He was completely unharmed as he stared at Madeline silently.

Balanced on one foot, Mathin withdrew his own gun and stood ready to aid should Scy need it. He didn’t. As relentless as death and hurricane-swift, he wove a dizzying light show around the were-beast that was every bit as skilled as Mathin’s. Fireworks exploded from their dueling blades, then the were-beast staggered. Scy’s blade leapt forward and impaled itself deep within the monster. Without a trace of remorse, Scy held it there until it had sizzled a black hole within the body cavity, burning away lungs and organs. The stink of burning hair and charred meat filled the air, and the were-beast’s eyes dimmed, then finally went dark. He was dead.

They both smiled. Ashvell flipped through the books one by one. He already stopped trying to read the titles. "You know who could really help you with these?" Cassana and him both shared a look, then they turned their heads to the door. ════════════════════════ "Is scythe a weapon?" Robb inquired, while reading through a small tome in his hands. The three were now seated around a table. The pile of papers on top had grown reasonably taller.

I shout so loudly my voice cracks, only this time, I didn't say the last part in English-it was full on Latin. The Demon starts to convulse and Uncle John's already dead-looking flesh begins ripping away from the sockets connecting his arms, spilling out the pungent odor of death. My palm goes to my face as pain overwhelms me. Zack steps ahead of me, repeating my exact words. "Tulit autem dic mihi qua Skylar!" "Caemeterium..." Zull gets out before thick black liquid shoots straight up from his mouth, forming into the body of giant reptile with horns and spikey hands.

he think he needs explanation from Zhang fei fei. seriously he really hate stressing his brain thinking about some grand plot of other gods, what has always matter to him is to kill. the scythe headed directly toward Zhang fei fei forehead as Fei Fei who seem to be expecting this raise his hand using his finger to point at the scythe tip creating something like invisible wall. "you tricked me twice you ungodly piece of sh...t" Tthanatos voice rumbled all over the foggy world, he hasn't appeared yet.

Scythe said and looked up, he began staring at her face "Check this one" Indigo said but got no answer nor reaction from him "Are you-" A gasp escaped Indigo's lips when Scythe pulled her, making her sit on his thigh. "What are you doing!" Indigo exclaimed, looking around. Thankfully, the computer lab was empty. It was just the two of them. Indigo made to stand but Scythe grabbed her waist firmly "Scythe, let me go! What if someone sees us!" She scolded him

Elara’s POV The scythe of death was already grazing my throat. The raider’s breath, rank with the chemical rot of the suppression gas, hit my face as he let out a jagged, triumphant laugh. I tried to scramble backward, but my broken ribs acted like a serrated saw, grinding into my internal organs with every agonizing twitch. The violet mist had turned my blood to lead, pinning me to the frozen mulch as the serrated blade descended. "Got you, cute puppy," he spat, the steel whistling downward.

Yet they hovering in the skey in circles like a child greeting his father after not seeing him for a long time or a courageous weakling warning the world from evil that has already comes, looking at those stupid feathered animals acting like this, a sudden idea take shape and a grim reaper with his scythe wearing a long black hoody, with some dark fog swirling around him. Inside the hoody, there is two bright green flames like eyes gazing at the horizon, while his bony fingers holding his scythe that look like a crescent moon with its edge that look like it being sharpened by a mountain, and its other wooding half looking filthy and old, a big contrast but being held by a creature that loo

Behind me, Samantha stiffened. She hadn’t sensed him yet—not the way my kind did. Her mind was still racing through cascading logic trees, riding the chemical high of victory, fingers metaphorically still pressed against the vault’s systems. But the instinct at the base of her spine had already begun to scream. The room itself had changed allegiance. Valerius went ashen. Not the pale of fear—but the hollow translucence of a woman staring at her own ghost. “The Scythe,” she whispered. “They sent Silas.”