Scythe Audio Book Novels & Stories

Scythe POV. I fire my gun at the black SUV that has barrelled through the compound gates. Fuck, who are these guys? Why are they attacking us? We will get answers soon enough. They drive off, tyres squealing as we run behind them, shooting at the SUV. I run to the dead bodies that were thrown from the cage. My breath catches in my throat as I get closer to them. No, this is not happening. How did they find them? Hatchet and Deanna. They were touring the country in their new RV. Miles away from here.

he said as he vanished from the spot only to appear in front of an unphased defteros with his sword as he swung for his neck . Defteros however blocked this sword with two fingers as he held on to yeh blade and stretched out his finger in the flicking position. " you're quite a powerful mortal, but alas still just a mortal " he said as he flicked xaio's head and caused a shockwave that dug up the ground and obliterated his library . "Weak"

“What the hell is going on?” “The Scythian is online and live—on the dark web. We’re trying to hack into the feed. The son of a bitch has the best hackers working for him.” Donnie swung a large screen around, and with a few more taps, they were in. The walled room could be anywhere; it looked derelict. Three fold-out chairs sat on one side. A scuffed table presented an array of weapons, and a rectangular mat sat centered onscreen. Black terror swept through Johnny. They’d seen this setup before. This was a Scythian execution video.

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.

Something took over my body. Power erupted from me as the scythe flew from Elder Zeebs hand into my own, my arm swung out as Alpha Kylen seemed to appear out of nowhere stepping in front of his father, the blade sliced through his neck. He fell to the ground as Elder Zeeb stood in shock, then screamed “My son, you little bitch, you murdered my son, as he knelt holding his son's head, his Luna ran to Alpha Kylens body sobbing throwing herself at him. Behind Zeeb, the army moved to attack me. The scythe was poised again as power continued to spill out. "Leave!" an unfamiliar voice ordered as the wolves' heads snapped up and Elder Zeeb and the Luna looked at me and the others in shock.

Chapter 31 ~~~DARK DOMAIN~~~ Down the hallway, Scylla walked fast—but Lyra’s voice cut through. “Hey. Bitch!” Scylla didn’t stop. “I’m talking to you!” Lyra ran up and yanked her back by the arm. Scylla turned slowly. “What now?” “You’re unbelievable. First Fire, then my brother, and now Frost? My boyfriend, Are you that desperate?” Scylla blinked. “Frost? Your boyfriend now?”

energy of a life actually lived. "Move where, Darlene?" Eryx asked, his voice a low, gravelly rumble. "The horizon doesn't get any closer." "To the Anchor of the Scythe," a voice whispered from the frozen mist. It wasn't Jackson. It was the Chronicler. She appeared beside a crystalline oak, her form flickering like a bad recording. She wasn't holding her book; her hands were covered in the same silver-oil that had corrupted the Foundry.

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. •••

The moment Silas Blackwood pressed the "Key of Absolute Existence" to the final page of the Author’s notebook, the universe didn't scream. It whispered. It was the sound of a billion pages turning at once, a soft, papery rustle that vibrated through his marrow and turned the gold-and-sapphire starlight in his fur into a cold, clinical grey. He felt the "Mate Bond" with Lyra stretch to a terminal point, and then, with a sensation like a silver-white wire snapping in a vacuum, his soul divided.

The screen flashed with mocking symbols and a progress bar showing the data extraction in real time, accompanied by taunting messages from foreign hackers. "What—what do I do?! I don't know how to handle this!" Her voice cracked as she stared helplessly at the screen. "It's over," Julian muttered, his voice hollow. "It's all over." Watching the data drain away, he swayed unsteadily, realizing just how doomed he was. In desperation, his gaze fell on me, standing calm and composed to the side. A spark of hope flickered in his eyes as he yanked me toward the computer. "Skye! You know this stuff—you can fix it, right?"