Scythe Book Characters Novels & Stories

Buying the dying star’s debt had completely wiped out his liquidity. Before he could process the implications, the ground trembled. From the shadows between the bone pillars emerged three figures. They were twelve feet tall, humanoid but terrifyingly sharp, composed entirely of jagged, translucent purple crystals. They wore tattered, spectral robes that moved like ink in water. In their hands, they carried massive, scythe-like styluses.

From that moment on, she lived in Mira's shadow. Mira was the sick one, the fragile one, so all the love went to her. Sasha got used to giving things up—bedrooms, friends, competition spots. But there was one thing she wouldn't let go of. The boy she'd fallen for the second she saw him—Vincent Scythe, heir to the Scythe family. He used to be untouchable, a golden boy in the clouds. Then a car crash after his birthday banquet left him blind and stashed away in some far-off estate.

Genius touch. I have to pretend to be scared because they think I am Wyatt Hayes. They don’t know I am The Reaper and that I have a plan to end them all. “Stay here,” One of them says with a thick Russian accent. I nod as I remove the blindfold and scan the room. They took my gun as I expected. I can see two lamps and a chair I can use in my favor if it comes to fighting.

The horrifying truth crashed down upon him. He had been sucked into the very book he had read. The lewd, violent, graphic novel. The man before him was the Prince of Elarion- Keith Elarion, the Mad Demon of the Battlefield. The girl was Charlotte- he searched his memory for a suitably low-born name- Charlotte Tasiri, his soon-to-be fiancée and eventual murderer.

Shadows erupted from all sides, forcing her to pivot, duck, and strike without pause. Then, she saw it—a core of darkness at the center, pulsing like a heart. The corrupted soul’s consciousness, feeding off the city, focused entirely on her. Her pulse raced. This was the heart of it, the source. She swung with everything she had, driving her scythe deep into the darkness. There was a flash of light, a scream that wasn’t human, and for a moment, everything went silent. Shadows scattered, dissipating into mist. Avery staggered, exhausted, knees weak, but she was alive. Kael’s scythe hummed as he surveyed the area.

But before she could think further, a heavy dark smoke appeared in front of her out of no where unexpectedly. This stunned her, as she glanced at the smoke and gasped. She couldn't say anything, cause she was shocked. She only saw the heavy dark smoke, forming and suddenly metamorphing into something like a dry skeleton, in a long dark robe, holding a long scythe. Anita couldn't comprehend what that was, but she was too distressed to care or freak out. " Rrrhhh." A dry breath flowed out from the smoky figure, who was a grim reaper. With it long robe and scythe, it moved closer to Anita, aiming to take away the rest of her soul...

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.

I wipe off blood from my nose and snap it back in place “Last chance, tell me where to find that bastard and you might be alive to rebuild” “Don't underestimate me just because you were able to land an attack on me” blood drips from her face and she slowly walks to me Death Scythe emerges from my shadow and floats beside me before I grip it firmly and run to her. I perform a front thrust, pushing Death Scythe to her face but Madame Abigail steps to the side and i turn it over making the blade curl behind her and then pull it back fast

Chapter 11 – Silas The low hum of voices filled the dining room, but I barely heard them. My mind was elsewhere—still stuck on the girl sitting beside me. Hyacinth Clausen. It felt like a cruel twist of fate. The fiery woman I couldn’t forget, whose defiance had ignited something primal in me, was now... my stepsister? The thought gnawed at me. I tightened my grip on my fork, as if the pressure could drive the thought out of my mind. It felt wrong, unnatural, like some sick joke played by the gods to remind me of my sins.

Bellamy says, swapping over the documents. “Oh, well for starters, I suppose ‘sisters’ is just a label, because one of these is a guy.” I note. “Yes. Also they are both different races and as a result it is rather unusual but they have two marks. They each have a ‘sister of fate’ mark and a race mark. Their races are no secret. A Banshee and a Witch.” Bellamy adds. The files don’t say much else. The Banshee is a man named Colin Demy and the Witch is of course a woman and her name is Adeline Landry. It lists an email and phone number contact for each of them and… that’s about it. I suppose I don’t really need more information than that to contact them.