Scythe Audio Book Novels & Stories

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."

She took him into his mouth and started to suck; he hit the back of her throat and spilled into her mouth. After that, he grabbed her pants and cleaned off his cock, then wore back his cloth. He went back to the meeting room but He saw only Roderick there. "Have the men arrived?" he asked. "Yes, only a few escaped; the Lycans massacred the rest." Payne shrugged and said, "Get some cash tomorrow, so we can recruit more rogues. Also, prepare to change locations before he finds us here." *AT THE BORDER OF TOTEN SEELEN*

One slip, and the old man would be blinded. “All right!” Aidan cried at last, his voice etched with agony. “I’ll tell you. I’ll tell you.” Kyle let him down. The old man was trembling all over. He wobbled over to his desk and pulled out a leather-bound book. He flung it across the room at Kyle. “It’s in there,” Aidan said, his voice drenched with regret. “That address will lead you to Scarlet Paine.”

He spoke to the soldier beside him without taking his eyes off Aazim, the soldier nodded and walked towards Aazim. Aazim who had come out from under the chair was angry and scared but more angry because his plot had now failed but still he kept a bold look on his face. He looked round the hall and accessing the damage, there was not a single follower of his that remained alive, he frowned. He had heard when Saadiya screamed his name, he could see the pain and anger in her facial expression and as he watched her approach him, he withdrew a small knife from underneath his shirt and held it out of the sight of the others.

It was as though the blade was an old friend I’d just reunited with, and I felt more hopeful just from touching it. “Go,” Sven repeated. “Perhaps someday I’ll see you in Asgard.” Alkin scooped me up into his arms and ran. Behind us, the island of flesh collided with Westminster Bridge, and Uncivil flooded onto it as it broke. Those that fell into the water climbed up the walls and scurried into the streets. Some broke down doors to infect those hiding within. Salem sat upon his throne at the top of the pyramid, searching for me. At the sight of him, I felt an invisible hand squeeze my heart.

" I took a proud sip of my soda on camera. After Gavin totally lost it, I ended the call. The scorching heat had lasted three months. Then one day, a single raindrop fell from the sky. It poured for three days and nights, and at last, the temperature dropped back to normal. Armed with an electric baton, I went to room 401, opened the door, and was hit with a stench so foul it's hard to describe. A decayed skeleton lay on the living room floor, barely any flesh left, probably Jennifer. I had not left any diesel for the generator. When it stopped, the heat soared. Jennifer's chewed-up bones started to rot.

Tresicta came at her from the side scythe making contact with her cheek, but before she could just breeze past, she collided into her arm and she brought the powerful woman onto her back once again. Sapphire flipped back, almost taking the blade of her other scythe as it came out of the air. She couldn’t answer the questions of how things kept appearing when she heard it. Steel coming towards her and it went across her shoulder and so did another one over the other shoulder and beside both legs and she was bound.

Grip tilted his head on the side like a gangster. He slowly walked toward the demon while dragging his scythe against the reinforced concrete floor. He was holding the scythe lightly but it encraved a deep line on the concrete. He swung his scythe forward and jumped in the air. He vanished and reappeared in front of the last head on the right. He disappeared again and showed up behind her landing on his feet. I waited. “Nothing happened, fool!” She laughed not until one of her ears dropped on the ground and turned to ashes.

Ezekiel breathed out as he pulled the second fragment of the Sword of the Doombringer from the current owner. He pulled his sword and smiled at the level of destruction he had caused in this world. The Scythe of Death vibrated in his grip, but the power continued to flow smoothly as if Ezekiel's level of darkness was slowly catching up with the darkness that powered the Scythe.

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.