Scythe Book Cover Novels & Stories

But I knew some hill folk—especially a hoodoo man named Clive Hartley—who could read Latin, so I put it aside for later. I looked back into the box and of course, that’s when I found it. The book that’s caused all this trouble. The Way of Ah-Tzenul. Course, that’s not what’s printed on the cover. There’s a picture of some sorta tribal man squatting down with both hands raised to the sky etched into the cover and traced in silver. Otherwise, it’s a plain-looking book, all bound in pebbly black leather.

"Well, it's... It's hard to explain, the book explains it all." "Is it interesting?" She asked looking at the book cover, it was of a young teenager holding a lamp in what looked to be a dark cave, a bat was hanging of his hands and an old witch was behind him. "It looks interesting," She muttered. "It is," He assured. She nodded her head with a small smile and placed her iPods in back, resting her head back against the car seats, she closed her eyes.

My eyes slowly moved to spot the velvet-covered book and something written on it with golden ink that shined in the light coming through the open window. Despite thinking to ignore it at first, I found myself walking towards it a few moments later. Something about leaving this book without looking through it did not feel right to me, it just made me feel some sort of anxiousness I was not ready to deal with. I walked closer to the book and picked it up. On the blood-red colored cover of the book, there remained written in bold golden letters— Predators. The confusion took over whilst I looked at the name, my fingertips brushed on the velvet feeling the smoothness of it, and then I slowly ope

Aleister wondered out loud, clearly impressed by the witch's armory. Ruby pressed a certain button on the wall and the shelf lined with knives separated like a sliding door presenting a variety of scythes. There was a scythe entirely made out of fishbone, there was an ill-proportioned one with a heart-shaped ruby and thorns, he saw another scythe where the blade is completely made out of ice making him wonder how it hadn't melted yet, one impressive scythe had a golden handle styled as a dragon and from its mouth protrudes a crimson metal. The weapon bore great power and he can feel it merely by looking at its blade. Aleister then noticed a black scythe that made shivers run up his spine. Th

Coughing and spluttering against the acrid scent, he wafted his hands all around the room in an attempt to clear his vision. When the room finally began to clear, Damon could see Scar leaning over the table . In front of her a large, wide-rimmed bowl was still filled with sparkling purple flames, but as he watched, the flames died and she reached inside. He held his breath, half-expecting her to gasp with pain, but when she pulled her hand out again, her pale skin was unmarred. She held something in her hand that he couldn’t quite see and he watched with a furrowed brow as she placed it on the end of her tongue. Closing her ice-blue eyes, she swallowed whatever the object was and her own bro

The shadow collar on my neck tightened, a cold, possessive tether that dragged my soul toward the furnace of his energy. ​I stepped into the corridor. The air was thick with the scent of ozone and salt. With a flick of my wrist, the violet Scythe materialized. It didn't just appear; it tore through the air, humming like a live wire connected to a heart that had finally started beating again. ​I didn't feel fear. I felt a dark, intoxicating hunger.

Then, to the right, and at the end of a long row of books, one book jutted out from the shelf. I pulled it out. It didn’t have a name. It was a leather-bound volume, and its cover had a skeletal hand clutching a wilting rose. I opened the book, skimming through the pages. My stomach turned at some of the rituals inside. Selene was too arrogant, too vein, to resort to grave robbing, and there would be no need to stitch me together if her plan was to take over people’s bodies as she had before. The Binding.

he smirked. " That reminds me Alpha, Riley was holding the Lycanthropy book when I saw her coming out from your office, did you give her," Bronte asked. I turned to Cyrus " Explain yourself Cyrus, why the hell is a human with that book". " She is not just an ordinary human and I know you know it" " She looks like a human to me," Bronte said but seeing that Cyrus and I didn't say anything, his eyes widened. " If she is not a human then what is she," he asked looking at both of us.

I smiled, trying to look seductive. "No, I do not like it. That was a half-shift. Don't wolves half-shift?" "They do, but I haven't seen a Lycan shift before, So I want to spot all the differences." "Spot them in the morning. Now come on." He walked for about two minutes and stopped at the tall Golden Gate. It was thrown open as soon as we moved closer. There was a huge mansion in the middle of the houses; it was really beautiful; the pillars were golden in color; and PALAST DER TOTEN SEELEN was written in front of it with a picture of a huge Creature. When I got a closer picture, it looked a bit like what Reagan turned to.

I said "Go ahead kill me kill me you bastard" he yelled "With pleasure" I said and shot him straight to his forehead. His head hung low as he stopped breathing. Blood was everywhere but i loved the scene. "Finally" I laughed evily Chapter 43 Justin/Antonio The dead bodies of Jack and Whitney looked funny, the bodies didn't look real. The bullets created visible holes in thier bodies and the way blood was gushing out was like a running tap. Oh well maybe I'm seeing things. I need to get thier bodies out of here. I untied Jack's body from the chair and began dragging him when the door burst open and several policemen came into the room.