Scythe Book Characters Novels & Stories

However, you can not kill the main characters. After you reach the third mark, you will receive an opportunity to look for a hater who can replace you. I think that you already know who the main characters are. However, I am going to list them (Just in case you had forgotten them after dying twice). Viessa Vorn: the female lead who is transmigrated into an illegitimate daughter of the General Vorn. She was a mechanical engineer who died during an on-site accident on earth. Her current age is 18 but she's mentally 34. Her EQ is questionable.

Mathin parried. And suddenly Scy was there, a katana-like energy blade weaving like St. Elmo’s fire, interfering with the monster’s blade and luring it away while Mathin freed himself. Balanced on one foot, Mathin withdrew his own gun and stood ready to aid should Scy need it.

Besides, there must be a reason why she came to this body. Sisu, now Sian, sorted the memories inside her brain and thought of ways to counter the things that happened here on out. Since that woman will be the cause of her doom, it is only reasonable that as an autistic girl, she would have to find someone who would help her take her revenge. Since one of Malcolm's sons would come here today to get her, Sian decided to see if it’s someone she could rely on. If not, she will have to find a way to leave the house that her family hoped she would live in.

"How much is gonna take!?" *Schup!* Between the Barrier and the Tear in the sky, the deformed body of the Aide appeared. He was not alone, as members of Ren's former Sect appeared with. Particularly close to the man was the niece Ziyun. "You have done quite well to thwart us, Prince Ren." The voice of Sect Master Asmith came out smooth as silk. Confidence, something the man did not have before, exuded off him and those with him. A few of the Sleeping Elders and Core Elders' eyes were blank. Souls already harvested, making them puppets. "Yes, I know who you are."

“It’s okay Siobhan, we know that it wasn’t willing.” “It was Wyatt.” “What do you mean it was Wyatt?” “Wyatt is a warrior for the Scàthach. He and two of her other minions…” I trailed off, not able to finish the sentence. “It’s okay Si, you’re home now, okay?” He takes off out of the office, holding me as gently as possible while trying to keep the evidence of Wyatt and the 2 minions off his own clothes. I don’t blame him; I want to have my skin removed and new skin grown back in its place, so I don’t have to relive what they did to me. Alpha Marshall shouts at the nurses that I needed immediate medical attention and then after that, everything goes black.

Youngblood, feral desires. His gaze was soon drawn towards Alex who just walked out of one of the private rooms. "How's the meeting?" He asked as soon as he got closer. Kevin gave him a dubious glance, not appreciating his negligence at work which was the sole reason they were there. "I reckon you do remember why we're here," Kevin taunted and ordered a scotch. "Come on, she's so tempting. How could I say no to her," Alex winked as he reached for tequila from the bar.

*l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l * Sylvester was reading the file of the newly made pack, the white crescent, which he was going to hand over to Borax and he had already found a pice of land for Moonbyul too. He wanted to finish everything so he could get help from Moonbyul to solve the riddle of their past. He put the file down and touch his chin while deep in thoughts. Gia told him that she was not the female lycan in her past life and Moonbyul told him that he killed Gia with his own hands. But he could not find a link in between them. The female lycan was also the one who suffered from her lover. His brain started hurting trying to find any link between the thre

Because it was too large. It had too many dead bodies inside it. Too much smoke. Too much broken barrier. Too many names that would hurt him before they made sense. Elaine. Nyra. Tobias Viremont. Lucian. Edenwood. Vandwood. Calista. Beverly. Prima betrayal. Dragon kings. Wraiths. Extinction. All of it pressed against my chest at once, and for a second, I did not know where to begin.

Its hunger throbbed - dark, pulsing, wanting out. No. The Duskbane Grimoires were clear: the Scythe was a weapon of eclipse. Summon it under night, invite the darkness to consume the wielder's soul. A sun-weapon. Tonight, I was on my own. A metallic clink erupted from behind the practice dummies. I didn't turn. Didn't break stride. I sent a Threadbare filament behind me like a spider's web. It brushed something cold, hard, moving fast. "Ten of you," I murmured, voice low, aristocratic silk. "And here I thought the Shadow Syndicate had some pride left."

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.