Scythe Audio Book Novels & Stories

0064: The New Nightingale 0065: SIDE STORY PART ONE 0066: SIDE STORY PART TWO _______ Arc 3: Reaper's Scythe Is A Scissor?! Update: Ongoing "Yow! Sinful soul, how about you behave for a little while for my scythe to bring you to the underworld peacefully?" I grinned as I took out my grim kiddie size scissors with the host's favourite cartoon character. The soul I encountered was flabbergasted at first but then started to laugh after, "Pft! You call that a scythe? What? You gonna rip my soul or cut my hair instead?! I bet that's safety scissors only enough to cut a paper! Hahaha!"

I block, but I feel my bones crack under the intense force. I jump back, recalling the scythe and healing my hands. Erebus didn’t give me that luxury. He grabbed my arm and smashed me into the ground. It shattered and cracks tore through the ground for miles. My whole body erupted in pain, as I gritted my teeth and waited. Erebus' eyes glowed again, this time a fiery red. This is different. Disintegration. Oh dear. “Come on...” The red glowing eyes grew brighter and brighter like twin red suns. Then I heard the sound of metal tearing and the eyes stopped getting bigger. I looked down to see the tip of the scythe going through his chest. Immediately, he was pulled back into the air, and he s

He looked intimidating. Electric currents danced along the scythe like wild silver snakes that emanated a thrilling electrical energy. Victor was very pleased with the scythe and felt a tinge of gratitude for the mutated mechanical rat. After all, a tiny creature like that managed to drop such a massive weapon. It was quite a feat. Although the war scythe was merely fine-grade, Victor was content. He knew that getting a piece of fine-grade equipment at the start of the apocalypse was already a massive stroke of luck.

Manang Lydia said. “Does she allow that?” Manang Lydia smiled and winked at me. “If you are feeling fine, then you can.” I went upstairs and went to Dale’s library. Before picking up a book to read, I enjoyed looking, rooming around first, leaving a gentle touch to every book I passed by. My gaze at the “The Scorch Trial” book that was written by James Dashner. I already finished reading “The Maze Runner”. I decided to read it and went to the garden.

he ignored the doctor "He is right outside. Should I call him in?" The nurse was instructed to let Ryker in but moments later Ryker and the whole family came in. Ryker has a cast on his hand. After the doctor and nurse finished and went out. "Where is she?" The deafening silence is not good. He experienced something similar weeks ago and that was anything but good. But he still waited. "The- the roof and the wall- it collapsed, by the time." he put down his head like he is ashamed "By the time, the fire was calmed down. There was nothing to find."

"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."

Suddenly, her mind, once a blank slate, was flooded with diverse images. In her subconscious, different scenes replayed like a broken record: Veronica’s scared face, twisted in complete fear… Their voices raised in a panic, both screaming as Veronica stepped on the brakes, which refused to work at that point in time... The screeching of the car’s tires before it completely swerved off the road... The sound of shattering glass as their car hit rocks multiple times as it tumbled down the hill… Their screams as the car tumbled down, until they succumb to their fates.

He could feel the power radiating from her—a clean, sharp energy that seemed to slice through the oppressive gloom of the cellar. Suddenly, the bronze door didn't open; it shrieked. A mass of shadow and solidified blood began to seep through the seams of the vault, coalescing into a towering, hooded figure with hollow pits where its eyes should have been. The Blood-Wraith lunged, its scream a sonic vibration that felt like glass shattering inside Scarlett’s head. "Scarlett!" Caleb roared.

Eyeing the title ‘otherworldly potions’ Skye eyed it weakly while pushing the voice’s comments away from him. “You can’t deny that you’ve been an ass to her” the voice commented as Skye took a book and skimmed it lightly. “Who writes a book about what is inside a snake?” Skye shook his head before placing the book back. “Those who want to know what parts can be useful” the voice said sounding as if they were shrugging. “Whatever” Skye looked around the area carefully, there had to be a clue somewhere but the question was what were the hints?

"I know we need to leave. But would you mind if I...?" "Take your time," he said, rising. "I'll be in my room. Come for me when you're ready." He left, and I was alone with the quiet and the heavy book. I slid it closer, its stiff cover groaning in protest. The first page I turned to held a chillingly precise ink illustration of a "Silent Scourge." The text described a skeletal horror with unnervingly long, scythe-like claws. Though deaf, it could sense the faintest whisper of mana, possessed blinding speed, and had vision that far surpassed any mortal's.