Scythe Audio Book Novels & Stories

“What the hell was that?” Scott asked as he and Jo turned from the sound the scream had come from and made eye contact with one another. “It was Cass--but I don’t know why she’s screaming,” Jo said. She took another glance at Ryker and saw that he seemed to be recovering from the cuts in his arm and the pain from the Transformation serum. She started heading in the direction that the scream had come from as she asked both Cass and Zane, “What’s going on?” over the IAC.

Ryan raised the chair in his hands, and with a swift motion, brought it down on me, his eyes cold as they met mine. I was paralyzed by the fear in my eyes, unable to move. "Ah!" The pain shot through me like a jolt of electricity, and I couldn't contain the blood-curdling scream that escaped my lips. My fingers were crushed instantly, mangled and bleeding, as I stared at them in disbelief. The physical pain, sharp and intense, barely compared to the crushing weight in my chest.

Kathrena wondered aloud, her fingers stroking the worn edge of the book. “It’s a Book of Shadows,” I said, gently moving my hand past Kath’s and opening it to the first page. Like the newspapers, it smelt old, but it had a herby scent rather than one of cigarettes and coffee. “A what?” Skye asked, cocking his head to one side as he examined it. “Of course,” Kathrena breathed. “Witches.” “You know about them?” I frowned.

Heira paced angrily within me, and I knew any moment now, he would push out. The air suddenly went still, and an ominous silence fell among the ruins of the pack. Cold air rushed in from all sides, and strange shadows began to take shape around me. Scythe's power had increased since the last time. More larger and thicker lumps of shadow penetrated the air now, cloning themselves... more than one Scythe stood before me, ready to attack. "You called me." His voice was unusually deep and menacing, resonating like thunder in the environment. But I cared less; he could display an array of powers as much as he wanted, but he was going down today.

It was so strong that it singed the hairs on the insides of his nose, and he had to cover it with the crook of his elbow. “Man, that stinks,” he growled, straining his ears to listen for what was happening in the library. When he did, all he could hear was the sound of the witch chanting. If he strained really hard, he realized he could hear Scar and Beetle breathing heavily as they witnessed whatever it was the witches was doing. The growing scent of burning and Tammy’s own anxiety were enough to make Damon feel sick to his stomach. His feet itched to carry him right into the library to determine what the hell was going on

I can't release a soul that isn't present but I can at least pay my respects to the dead. I resumed my walk but was stopped as the blade of the scythe cut into my side. I put pressure on the new wound until I felt my feet kicked out from under me. I landed hard on my right shoulder, crying out from the unexpected pain. The scythe landed right next to my left ear as the angry skeleton started to flesh out.

"He’s not a host; he’s a container that’s about to burst." ​"I have to get close," I said. ​I started walking toward him, weaving through the commuters. But as I got within ten feet, Miller’s head snapped up. His eyes weren't brown anymore. They were solid, terrifying white. ​"You," Miller rasped, his voice vibrating with a power that shouldn't belong to a human. "The Scythe. They sent the Scythe to finish it." ​"I'm here to help you, Miller," I said, holding out my hands. "Just stay calm."

It was looking for an opportunity to stop Adrian and Rozi's joint attack. The black scythe emanated with an air of death. It felt even colder than the air around them. A faint black aura could be seen around the scythe, seemingly made out of a singular soul locked within. The soul shrieked and wailed in pain. The scythe thirsted for human life, and it would lock the soul it reaped within itself for an eternity of suffering.

I could hear the murmmurings from the crowd, it felt like, they were anxious and suprised, glasses started to break from all angles, the lights, went out, the whole place went dark and the moon suddenly came and lit it up. The process was long Andi could hear, people yelling and murmmuring from a far distance. It was cracking, it felt magical and real, "Hi Fiona! I'm Mia!", I heard this voice and it came from my head, like my thoughts, who is Mia?. I felt like I was getting bigger and bigger, my clothes started to tear, and that was it, coming as an explosion, a white mist covered the whole place and the look on everyone's face was sort of, suprising.

I didn't want to seem ungrateful as he had given them to me to protect me. “Loretta would be able to handle this. According to your words Kaiden, this is an anomaly.” The man stroked his chin. “Oh, pardon my manners. I'm Vincent, the lead sorcerer for the annihilation of the army of the dead.” “Army of the dead?” I repeated. “Yes. Haven't you heard of them? They're heading north and we have to be on guard.” He said. “I certainly know of them.” I replied. When did all of this happen?