Scythe Book Characters Novels & Stories

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?”

In the reflection of the steel doors, Lyra caught a glimpse of them: a woman in black with tired eyes and no mark, a man with faint bite-scars on his throat and the ghost of an Alpha’s bearing, both moving in step. It's not a fairytale couple. Not a Council symbol. A surgeon and a fallen Alpha. A woman who rewrote the rules. A man learning how to live inside them. Messy. Uneven. Real. And this time— deliberate.

Yet they hovering in the skey in circles like a child greeting his father after not seeing him for a long time or a courageous weakling warning the world from evil that has already comes, looking at those stupid feathered animals acting like this, a sudden idea take shape and a grim reaper with his scythe wearing a long black hoody, with some dark fog swirling around him. Inside the hoody, there is two bright green flames like eyes gazing at the horizon, while his bony fingers holding his scythe that look like a crescent moon with its edge that look like it being sharpened by a mountain, and its other wooding half looking filthy and old, a big contrast but being held by a creature that loo

I tell her about life above the ground and try to respond as best as possible to her questions while I wait for the scythe. It doesn't take long for the scholar to return. The scythe is smaller than I expected. It has a straight handle, while the blade has the shape of a crescent moon and red. Different gems ornate the blade. When I touch it, I feel how powerful the scythe is. I put it in the messenger bag I have. I look at the Queen and make a small bow. “Thank you, Queen scorpion. I shall not forget this. The werewolves all around the world will hear about your kindness. If you even need our help, contact me. I am Elena Țepeș, from the Blood Moon Pack.”

Scarlet, the person they had all loved most in the world, was no longer Scarlet. It was the stuff of nightmares and fairy tales and legends, something Caitlin had never ever imagined to see in her lifetime. It shook not only her view of Scarlet, but her entire view of the world. How could such a thing actually exist? How could this planet have more than just humans on it? “Mrs. Paine?” Caitlin turned to see a police officer standing beside her, pen and paper in hand, staring back at her patiently. “Did you hear my question?”

Biggy, White Doll, Scarlet, Rayne, Sven the swordsman, Skeletal Lady, and Rexy. "Deal with them," said Lucas. His stunning face wore an indifferent look. Then, the Apocalyptic Legion made their move!

A strange man holding a scythe and engulfed in black flames was standing a couple of meters from them, "Thank you for the meal.~" Before anyone could react, the guy who made the question was pierced in the chest by the scythe. Just before he was cut in half in a swift motion by the same weapon, and his soul was absorbed instantly. "RUN!" yelled David as he and Kevin started running towards the city, the other players recovered from their shock and started to run too, but they were very unlucky this time. The man seemed to vanish in the air and reappeared behind the players one per one, killing them and eating their souls, David looked behind as the final member of the newbies was devoured by

I don’t really have an issue with Feodor but if he stands in the way of me and Lilith I will have no problem ripping his heart out. “Then I will call Tyler…” she continues underestimating me. She is going with the big guy now. Did she really want to hurt me? I suppose in her mind I was the villain now and as Tyler is about twice my size she probably thinks he would be able to hurt me. The winning smile on her face fades when I cross my arms waiting for her to call her bluff. “Then I will call the scary scar face guy.” With the mention of Vadim there was a flash in her eyes and if I wasn’t this close to her I might have missed it. She was scared of him and she should be. He was a sick psychop

Kyle saw her and his eyes widen a bit as he now raised his own sword to block her own, but Kyra brought down the sword with such power that it cut his sword into half. Kyle was shocked and he looked at his sword, and then at Kyra in wonder. In that moment, he moved his eyes and looked at the trail of dead bodies, and he knew indeed that she was the death warrior. Bathilda got hit and she fell on her knees, groaning weakly and her body in severe pains. She looked towards Kyra and saw her fighting Kyle, the one they needed to take down. Seeing how they had managed to wipe every vampire of his coven, she knew in the end, it would be a fight between the two leaders, and then the vampire she was

He had explained nonchalantly, "She's just an intern from work. She knows nothing about the world and is always curious. So I'd show her around." I didn't argue, nor did I question him. I simply nodded. "Okay." The young woman, unbothered, held onto his arm with a bright, sweet smile. There was a glint of challenge in her eyes. "You must be Esther Wilder. Tristan's told me about you." She was glowing. It was clear that Tristan was doting on her. Later, I looked her up. Her name was Chloe Murray. She was 21 years old, with a beautiful face and an outgoing personality.