Scythe Book Characters Novels & Stories

Nick placed a gentle hand on my shoulder and let out a deep sigh. The sigh pierced through me, and I felt like I was going to shatter. I stepped out of the room and walked into the living room. I looked out of the window at the lights. My world felt like it was falling apart. I heard his footsteps in the room behind me. He stood next to me watching the lights. I saw his face in his reflection in the window and it was hard to read. I felt his fingers brush against mine and a piercing fire run through my body. A few seconds later his fingers were twisted around mine and he was smiling. I was confused. I turned and looked up at him.

But first and this time, he reads the twin's description that sets into the seventh loop. “One of the celestial twin spirits and guardian of the Shrine Maiden Daniela. She is the embodiment of the celestial moon guardian of the night and holds the powerful death scythe that can command shadows and can kill a demon with a strike. Her human appearance is a beautiful girl with long dark hair, dark eyes, and pale skin. Mischievous and playful, she often plays with a human by sacring them with her ghostly appearance, thus putting her in trouble with the maiden and the constant scolding from her twin. As the cursed book is open, she is trapped in a body of a human girl that resembles her appearanc

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.

The Scythe was dormant. ​"We’re back at the start," I breathed. ​I turned toward the center of the room. My breath hitched. There, strapped to a titanium table, was a girl. She looked exactly like me, but younger. Her hair was longer, spilling over the edge of the cold metal. Her eyes were closed, her chest rising and falling in a shallow, drugged rhythm. ​"That’s me," I whispered, stepping toward the table. "The First Life. The day they found the Scythe in my blood."

Granted, Jamie and Christian had done experiment after experiment on tissue samples to try to find something that could kill a Hybrid and had continuously come up short, but they probably didn’t know there was a chance scandium could kill her--or who knows what other elements the Vampires might’ve put into that explosion. Brandon was growing more desperate in his rock moving, shouting and cussing at people to come and help. A lot of the wounded were healed now, the Healers having done their best. Jo looked over her shoulder and saw Scott and Cale both kneeling next to Ping. Scott saw her staring and slowly shook his head. “Anyone else?” she asked him through her IAC. “No, he’s the only one,”

Damon rubbed his eyes. He wanted to believe that. It was stupid, really. If this whole thing with talking was just meant to get him to drop his guard, then it was working. Wasn’t he smarter than this? He tried to pull his anger and hate forward, to shield himself from unfortunate emotions—but he was so tired of being angry. He sighed as he turned toward her. "How many witches are in Scanthin ?” “I only know about one,And that is me Scarlett." Scar murmured, holding herself tightly.Damon advanced on her and she backed into the wall, staring up at him with wide eyes. “Why should I believe you?”

In her final moments of life, Lara came across Carla and in the nick of time, turned her. Turning in vampiric terms was yet another profound matter. Lara took Carla’s memories and wiped them from her mind, leaving within her, a new soul. Carla was Lara’s trusted assistant, her right-hand man and bodyguard. But even without her memories, Carla retained the purity of her soul. She was kind and innocent, and that part of her alone made me fill up with remorse for not being able to reciprocate her love.

The belief in goodness and not letting that darkness in was sometimes as powerful if not more so than a glass full of holy water and she didn’t have anything else. She was going to call out for Aries, but the creature was fast. Just a moment was all it took. Just a split second that they looked into the deepening shadows and it came forward. It shot out at Sybil first. Skeletal in nature with lanky arms and legs. Ears that looked like a dog’s and flopped down along the skeletal face that had wicked canines but no other teeth. The face more like a primate’s and the rest humanoid. Sybil recited a prayer and chant as fast as she could.

“huh? You’re still a shameless flirt, don’t think I’m falling for your lines.” I found a passage faded ink, but legible. Sophia: first hybrid to birth fertile offspring. Creator of the bloodstone. Target of a global hunt. “She was real,” I whisper. Charlie nods solemnly. “And now we have to find a way out of this mess” I close the book slowly.

His eyes were an amazing shade of gold, and just now they sparkled with the dark promise of death. Almost too fast to follow his movements, the dark-haired man crossed the room with its crumbling plaster walls and stood behind the wolf with two curved, ornate hand sickles already in his hands. The soft ringing of metal resounded as he swung with expert precision, not even brushing her hair with his blades while he decapitated her tormenter. The head that had just been level with hers went one direction, while the hands gripping her arms fell away and the body toppled to the floor on her other side. Her mouth fell open in stunned horror, then clamped firmly shut again as she was sprayed with