Novel & Cerita Scythe Book Series

I block, but I feel my bones crack under the intense force. I jump back, recalling the scythe and healing my hands. Erebus didn’t give me that luxury. He grabbed my arm and smashed me into the ground. It shattered and cracks tore through the ground for miles. My whole body erupted in pain, as I gritted my teeth and waited. Erebus' eyes glowed again, this time a fiery red. This is different. Disintegration. Oh dear. “Come on...” The red glowing eyes grew brighter and brighter like twin red suns. Then I heard the sound of metal tearing and the eyes stopped getting bigger. I looked down to see the tip of the scythe going through his chest. Immediately, he was pulled back into the air, and he s

A pity. “Are you even listening to me?” I lifted my eyes from the book in my hand. The Mark of Exile. It was the sequel to The Corpse in the Fog—a crime story about a man killing the lover of the woman he desperately wanted. You could say I was taking notes of very effective and interesting ways to kill Zesa’s lover. I’d had enough of him impeding my happiness.

I wanted to make your reading experience smoother, so I created a direct access to the next book in the Ambersky Pack Series. Continue scrolling to read the sequel, A Dark Revenge. > < Book 2 -1- [Pain] Sebastian I was still sitting behind my desk long after Rory left, recounting everything I hadn’t accomplished in the years since my father’s and Sasha’s deaths. My mind was racing with a thousand thoughts, restless.

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.

“It’s grotesque and . . . just plain out wrong.” “I . . . I need to check my phone just in case Izabella called about Keisha. I left it in the car,” she said and hopped out of the storage unit. **** Lacey couldn’t imagine what Layla was going through. Under all that charm and grace, Damien Miles was a psycho. And Lacey lived right next door to him. He played golf with her husband. The Smiths had hung out with the Mileses since they moved onto Sunset Boulevard. She shook her head at the turn of events. At the most, Lacey had thought they would find evidence of Damien having a secret identity. That he really did work for the government, and he was undercover, protecting Layla from Carter Mitc

Dead Silent! BOOK 2 ON THE WAY!! (Vengeance on the cruel Alpha King ) -THE END-

They both smiled. Ashvell flipped through the books one by one. He already stopped trying to read the titles. "You know who could really help you with these?" Cassana and him both shared a look, then they turned their heads to the door. ════════════════════════ "Is scythe a weapon?" Robb inquired, while reading through a small tome in his hands. The three were now seated around a table. The pile of papers on top had grown reasonably taller.

But the moment my fingers touched the latch, something metallic creaked sharply overhead. Before I could even look up…. A blade dropped. Fast. I jerked back instinctively, falling to the floor as a long scythe slammed down where my head had been. The sound echoed through the library, a harsh, cold slice of metal against stone. My breath caught in my throat. The scythe swung slightly from its rope, a silent warning. Traps.