Novel & Cerita Scythe Book Series

Her good arm reached for the handle of the knife, and she yanked it from burning flesh, twisting it and burying it in Roman’s neck. Shock registered on his handsome face. “I am the storm,” she whispered. “And the last thing you’ll see on this earth.” Roman grabbed her throat, squeezing as he wheezed through gurgling blood. Her energy was centered on his monstrous face when it exploded like a melon. Time slowed as the fine spray clouded in the filtered light. Blood suddenly slapped against the wall like crimson paint thrown on a canvas. Abby’s gaze stayed transfixed on that wall as a black shape moved across her vision before dragging a large weight off her legs.

Scarlett’s POV I stepped into the dining area, finding Lucian waiting at the table, alone. Stasia was truly gone, just as he’d promised. I felt a strange mix of relief and pressure all at once. “You look good,” he said, his voice warm and genuine. My heart betrayed me, leaping at the simple compliment, though I forced myself to remain neutral, trying to keep my emotions in check. But the mate bond’s pull was undeniable, and the longer I stayed with him and the others, the more it felt like a force working on its own, beyond my control. Last night, I’d slept deeply, wrapped in Lucian’s scent, that rich pinewood I was now learning to crave. I knew each of their scents by heart—Maxwell’s was ea

He pointed at Antares with his chin, then, seemingly unconcerned whether I liked it or not, he stepped closer and gazed at Antares with a warm, loving look, as if he had finally met someone he had longed for. "Why didn't you bring Lyra?" I asked him bluntly. Kyle frowned. "Lyra?" "She's Antares' twin sister." Kyle lowered his head, smiled meaningfully, and suddenly stroked my head. "You must have worked hard all this time carrying two alpha's pups and giving birth to them," he said. "Thank you." What was wrong with him? Why had he been acting so strange since I got here? In the forest, he was like a demon disguised as Kyle, acting sweet, but it felt like a deception that made my hair stand o

The bones laid scattered, haphazardly, across the floor, partially covered in damp soil, moss and dirt. Seeing this, panic gripped her heart, and she screamed out loudly in horror. Her heart raced as she struggled to stand, with her limbs becoming instantly weak and shaky. She stumbled towards the entrance of the cave, desperate to escape the gruesome scene that surrounded her. But as she reached the mouth of the cave, a cold chill ran through her spine when she saw what was in front of her. Standing at the entrance of the cave was a large gray wolf. Its blue eyes gleaming with malice. Veronica froze, as it let out a low growl, her eyes widened and her breath caught in her throat as she real

The smoke disappeared into the air. The candles and incenses were lit on the table to create a flicker in the breeze blowing through the kitchen. She placed the crystals in the oven. Red for blood, fire, violence, health and danger. Orange for change and yellow for mourning. Black for evil and dark. She began stirring the crystals in the oven with a wooden spoon as she chanted a spell. The oven became so hot the spoon began to catch fire. She reached over to the sink and filled a glass with water. She propelled the glass of water onto the fire. The steam spelled out Slaughter Hill. The spell was completed.

Her task was to grab Lucian and leave for the supernatural realm. Looking at Alexa she saw an opportunity. The one she would never miss for anything in the world. She bent down taking the hand of unconscious Lucian and within a blink of an eye, she lodged the silver sword into Alexa’s heart. Her blood sprayed across the room as Audriana’s laughter filled the air. Abram screamed when he saw her sister being stabbed by a heartless woman who stood in front of him. He saw red. His fingers tingled as his nails extended into sharp claws.

I picked it up as it vibrated on the coffee table and read the text. Hey, Jesse. We have a plan. Come to the hall we were in last night. Hurry. Vince. I shoved the phone in my pocket and busted through the door to the mansion. I rushed along the corridors and when I reached the hall, I pushed open the double doors and into the hall. Once in there I paused at the scene that greeted me. Driscoll's second in command and mate were butchered on the floor. Other werewolves were sliced open and scattered throughout the hall. There was blood soaked into the wooden floor and as I scanned the room, I could see that it was splashed all up the curtains and splattered all over the walls. Blair was scream

“You have to cut the connection!” “I can’t— it’s inside me!” He reached her in a blur, grabbing her wrist and forcing her hand downward. Their fingers overlapped around the scythe’s handle, the combined power of their essence igniting the weapon in brilliant light. “Then we sever it together!” They drove the scythe downward, plunging it into the ground. Light exploded from the point of impact, tearing through the corrupted energy in violent, sweeping arcs. The entity shrieked, its form fracturing into shards of black glass that screamed as they fell.

Alister said. She didn’t need more clarification. Humans weren’t allowed anywhere near the packhouse, and there was only one witch in town. She’d made her scent blockers. It was strange, though. Marcus said the blocker hadn’t worked; he’d still caught her scent. So what could she have possibly done to make that potion so strong? “I didn’t know she had been invited.” “She brought information for Alpha Ethan. There was an attack in Scarlet City. Some vampires were injured.” Her heart skipped. “An attack?”

Katherine stiffens with wide gaping eyes as Skye strangles her neck. "I've been very patient enough" Skye mutters while tightening her hold around the manager's neck. "Ahck..." With tearful frightened eyes, Katherine struggles to breathe. "Miss Skye..." Cheryl tries to placate her but pauses. Suddenly, she fears the dangerous glint in Skye's eyes. "Let go of Miss Laeback, Miss Monticello" Director Cameron orders her, but it lacks a compelling command. Everyone got scared at the crazy glint on Skye's expression.