Novel & Cerita Scythe Book Series

Once it’s signed, it will be posted six days a week. I know everyone is anticipating the next of my werewolf series, but at the moment, my brain needs a break from the werewolf universe. Never fear, though; Sicilian Holiday (D'Amore holiday short story), The Genius Delta (Silvercloud/Persephone), The Quiet Giant's Mate (Regina/Ivan), Beta's Innocent Mate (Alexander/Delilah), Beta's Twin Mates (Zoe/Gunnar/Henrik), and The Hybrid's Vampire (Sage/Auðr) will be written when I'm in that head space. So please bear with me. I promise these books will be written, but all good things come to those who wait and are worth the wait.

Thank you for reeding <3 This book was first part of trilogy. Next part will be named "Shadows of Heart : Blood Pact". Introduction : The world teeters on the edge of chaos in the wake of the battle at Caelum's bastion. Zoe emerged from the ashes with scars that run deep - losses that haunt her and secrets that threaten to unravel her. The dark sorcerer may be defeated, but his twisted legacy lives on, spreading discord across the realms.

The content now included an image of a scythe, similar to the one held by the Grim Reaper. "What does this scythe mean?" Austin asked, his brow furrowed. Ezra's eyes flickered with fear. "This is the Death Scythe, symbolizing the harvesting of lives. In the Shadow Web Syndicate's assassination orders, if a Death Scythe appears, it means that a top assassin from the Death List has taken an interest. Each scythe represents one top-tier assassin from the Death List." Austin's pupils contracted sharply. He suddenly understood why Ezra, usually so unflappable, was so visibly shaken.

The faster the tornado spun, the thinner her slender frame became. "No, leave her alone," I yelled, my voice hoarse, pushing my hand through the deadly tornado. Before I could grab her, Liam appeared and shoved me out of the way. I slammed into the wall, collapsing to my knees. Sasha was skin and bones by this point, resembling the female corpses discovered at the lake. When he grabbed her, her frail body disintegrated into ashes, spinning around in the chaos until she was gone.

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?”

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

Scribt- A servant/secretary who works for an Incubus. Shadowland- An unfinished dimension. No one knows what’s inside or if any creatures live there. Vampire- Immortals that drink blood. Valroy Stayton- Erick’s father and former Vampire King. Valleria Eustein- Former Incubus Queen. Prologue: Acelin’s P.O.V I watched the sun set over the Hudson, the skyline turn from a bright molten gold to a dark indigo as the stars lit up one by one, like fireflies coming to life.

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