Scythe Book Series Novels & Stories

Heira paced angrily within me, and I knew any moment now, he would push out. The air suddenly went still, and an ominous silence fell among the ruins of the pack. Cold air rushed in from all sides, and strange shadows began to take shape around me. Scythe's power had increased since the last time. More larger and thicker lumps of shadow penetrated the air now, cloning themselves... more than one Scythe stood before me, ready to attack. "You called me." His voice was unusually deep and menacing, resonating like thunder in the environment. But I cared less; he could display an array of powers as much as he wanted, but he was going down today.

He thought I was being utterly unreasonable, so I walked out of the house. Every time we argued, I would give him the cold shoulder for several days. He assumed I was doing the same thing this time. Alas, he didn't know that I was dead. Just moments ago, to help Gina avoid paying for her crime, he sliced me up, emptied my organs, and turned them into specimens! … To remove all evidence of the crime from the laboratory, Nathan used a special chemical reagent to clean the entire place. Soon, the laboratory looked as good as new. It was as if nothing had ever happened.

- asked Miguel, looking with hopeful eyes at the two friends sitting at the table with him now. - Well, if she pushed that guy away then... I guess so.- Maria replied and shrugged.- What happened to Nadir is what surprises me most. If she's just a succubus, how could have grown wings? According to the division of demons in this book, from which I have copied the ritual, only Fallen Angels have wings, and certainly not succubus.- she added, clearly still surprised by this. - You mean Nadir wasn't a succubus?- Juan asked, not understanding any of this. In general, all the supernatural things that had happened recently hadn't gotten to him yet, but he just decided to go with the flow.

she said softly. She continued to see blackness for a few moments, and then it slowly turned into a light brown. The brown turn brighter, transforming into yellow light. A face of a young, white male was in front of her. He had pale-blue eyes. They looked hurt – and angry. It was him. A younger version of Alec Peterson. Hands. A white hand and . . . her hand were clasped together, but something was between them. It was thick . . . bulky. “I will always care for you,” she whispered to him. He released her hand. It was a square, white jewelry box. Layla gasped as her shoulders trembled. She felt like she was going to cry – or perhaps she was crying already. She felt a tear fall down her cheek

"Please," Abby begged from the floor, clutching his broken arm. "We were just greedy, Alpha! Forgive us!" "I don't forgive," I said coldly. I didn't give them another second. I snapped Cassian's neck with a quick kick, then pulled my blade and cut Abby down before he could scream again. Blood pooled on the floor. "Clean this mess up," I ordered Jonathan, wiping my hands on a cloth from a nearby table. "The event is over."

***Author's Note: Please read books 1-4 before reading this book or else you'll be extremely lost. You will not be able to read this as a stand-alone. Books are as follows: Book 1: P.S You're My Mate Book 2: She's My Mate Book 3: I'm His Mate Book 4: His Warm-Blooded Mate Please remember to leave a review, vote with your diamonds, and comment! _________________________________________ SYLVAIN

He looked intimidating. Electric currents danced along the scythe like wild silver snakes that emanated a thrilling electrical energy. Victor was very pleased with the scythe and felt a tinge of gratitude for the mutated mechanical rat. After all, a tiny creature like that managed to drop such a massive weapon. It was quite a feat. Although the war scythe was merely fine-grade, Victor was content. He knew that getting a piece of fine-grade equipment at the start of the apocalypse was already a massive stroke of luck.

He spoke to the soldier beside him without taking his eyes off Aazim, the soldier nodded and walked towards Aazim. Aazim who had come out from under the chair was angry and scared but more angry because his plot had now failed but still he kept a bold look on his face. He looked round the hall and accessing the damage, there was not a single follower of his that remained alive, he frowned. He had heard when Saadiya screamed his name, he could see the pain and anger in her facial expression and as he watched her approach him, he withdrew a small knife from underneath his shirt and held it out of the sight of the others.

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Out of curiosity, Lars levitated to grab it. "What is it?" Sophia asked. "I don't know, it's a... book." It was a red covered notebook, containing names, dates, a picture and short profiles. There were a mix of men and women with different ages and professions. Lars wasn't sure what these meant until he showed it to Sophia. She seemed to recognize some of the faces in the book, and it made her horrified of something. "These are... deceased Scions." Lars could felt his heart stopped. "W - What? Are you sure?"