Novel & Cerita Scythe Book Cover

The cover of the book read, “Arthur Zimmerman, Game 71. I found the second shelf on the case and scanned for my next book. Book thirteen had a cover of deep purple. I frowned at the woman looking up at me, scanning over her tangled fiery curls, the cinnamon freckles across her nose, and the way her emerald eyes seemed to twinkle at me from the cover. Her hair and eyes were the only familiar thing about her. My face was a bit rounder than hers, and definitely held a bit more baby fat. Her cheekbones were high and her lips full, conventionally beautiful in a wild sort of way. I felt that twinge of guilt as I looked down at the cover. “Sasha Burnette, Game 51.”

I pity this school. He's with a four men just behind him. One have a blonde hair, obviously hitting with the women around. These women, on the other hand, looks like a worms just sprinkled with salts the way they move. The other man is holding a book and he obviously have his own world. While the one man have a ash gray hair, busy with his phone. He's familiar to me. Like I saw him before. Maybe he's one of my flings before. And the last man, looks like a gangster. I don't want to described him anymore. I'm too lazy now. None of them looks like a good boy.

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

Indeed, my arm still aches, but the tingle that tells me about the iden's desire to be free intensifies, and I bite down on my tongue to keep from crying out. Saelyna looks at the cover closely with a frown. 'There's something…it's written in some kind of invisible ink,' she says. 'What does it say?' She frowns again, then as if on impulse, she opens her palm over the cover, emitting a pale blue light from her fingers.

The power surged forward like the most dangerous hurricane, sweeping across the ruins and shattering the lumps of shadow into thousands of tiny pieces. I stood before Amelia's wolf, protecting her from the violent wind meant to hurt Scythe alone. Slowly, the hurricane stopped, and calm returned. It was as if nothing had happened, aside from the ruins reduced to tiny bits of rocks, wood, and sand. But someone painfully coughed ahead... Scythe. Images of when he almost turned human last time with Logan streamed into my head, and I rushed forward, inquisitive to know the true identity of Scythe. Lydia, Amelia's wolf, hurried behind me, and from the corner of my eye, I saw Cole appear from behin

he asked, pointing to the book. "Of course..." Vinnie said, handing him the brochure. Thane scanned the cover, his eyes narrowing as he looked closely at it. The cover depicted a drawing of a werewolf, a vampire, and witch, in a savage position, poised to attack a helpless human sprawled at their feet. A red danger sign was crossed over the three supernatural creatures, with the caption "The Imminent Threat of Non-Human Entities - A fight for the preservation of Mankind" written boldly on top of it.

It was looking for an opportunity to stop Adrian and Rozi's joint attack. The black scythe emanated with an air of death. It felt even colder than the air around them. A faint black aura could be seen around the scythe, seemingly made out of a singular soul locked within. The soul shrieked and wailed in pain. The scythe thirsted for human life, and it would lock the soul it reaped within itself for an eternity of suffering.

After what appeared to be half an hour Skye slumped against the right bookshelf knowing that it was sturdy. His back leaned against the shelf while he rested his arms on his legs which were leaning against his chest. “It was here, I swear I saw it” Skye spoke in a defensive manner as he looked at the girls wearily, he was not going insane. For sure he had seen it but where was it? Pursing her lips, Anberine looked at the books carefully to see they were only about funguses and their poisons. Raising a brow she was left more confused as to why the secrets would be hidden in this area.

Its cover bore a sigil she recognized from his ring a crescent moon entwined with a wolf’s head. She nodded obediently, but curiosity clawed at her like an itch under the skin. When he left the room, she stared at the red book until the shadows grew long. Then, unable to resist, she touched the cover. The leather pulsed beneath her fingers alive. The latch came undone with a soft click. Inside, the pages were filled with hand-drawn diagrams of moons, human anatomy, and wolves mid-shift bones cracking, bodies half-transformed. Beneath one sketch was a name scrawled in ink:

Axel signaled him to come nearer and sit in front of him. “What’s your name and rank?” “I-I’m Sky... and I’m a Psi,” he meekly muttered, pushing his glasses up. Axel understandingly nodded. A Psi, just like Liam. “Good evening to you too, Sky. What do you need?” “W-Well, uh, I just finished reading a book and I-I thought I’d share it with you... Alpha.” Sky gave him the book with shaking hands. He looked down on the cover and read the title: The Anthem of Lycanthropy.