Scythe Citra Novels & Stories

"Seraphina Agni, save our clan and come back safe. We need you, before our clan disappears, please— save the phoenix from crying..."

Her whole being was focused on Elara with a predator's intensity. She placed the chest on the bedside table and opened it. Inside, on black velvet, was a dagger. Its blade was made of black glass, wickedly curved and etched with runes that seemed to drink the light. The air grew colder. "It's alright, my dear," Cordelia crooned, lifting the dagger. Its surface seemed to swirl with captured shadows. "The pain will be brief. Your strength will not be lost. It will find a new, more worthy home. It will pass to me, where it was always meant to be."

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.

Citra caught my attention. "Can it be lost?" "I've asked my psychiatrist. It can. Must be with strong will." Citra finished her tea and put the glass on the table. She slightly lowered her head as she put the glass on the table. Her chest is somewhat visible, and her hair was loose and falling. My heart beats fast. Very tempting. I approached her. She adjusted the blanket between her thighs. My other hand is on the sofa, and the other hand is holding her wrist while my fingers are groping for the scars. Citra feels uncomfortable.

I had no idea she was even connected to this world outside the Moonbeam Pack. I tried to avoid her, but before I could turn away, she stepped into my path. “Well, well, well.” She sneered. “Look who’s playing dress up.” I clenched my fists at my sides, willing myself to stay calm. “I don’t know you,” I said, my voice steady. “Please excuse me.” Her lip curled into a cruel smile. “Oh, don’t pretend like you don’t remember me, Rowena. The rejected Luna. The murderer.”

Something was wrong; how was Amelia able to command Scythe this way? "Mmm..." Scythe suddenly chuckled as Amelia returned to me, pacing around and protecting me from him. "A blue wolf? I see your moon is back to the business of making magical wolves... but I'm afraid this is where your journey ends." Scythe rushed forward again, but this time, I appeared before Amelia's wolf and released the accumulated ecto-energy. 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 mean… if you’re gonna make an entrance… “What has happened?” Selene gasps. Hecate’s face crumples as she takes in the carnage. Arya steps forward, voice hollow. “Fenrir and others came through the gates. Several are injured. Five dead. Citra and Gregory… among them.” Selene gasps. Hecate sobs. Even though Citra and Gregory came from different species, they were mated to each other—and that tied them to both goddesses. Their loss is personal.

No one would suspect you and they would usually talk and act recklessly in front of you. “The weapon,” It was a scythe. A retractable scythe that could tear heavy metals like paper and pierce through anything even the soul. Using it, they can open treasures long-buried and kill anyone like nobody's business. It's a precious little thing. And it's in the rightful and very capable hands. Me. •••

Kyra raised her hand, and she opened the portal. “Ostium Inferni,” said Kyra. Presently a portal opens from behind the ghost. It turned its back, and the gang could see fear and shock on its face. A hooded creature came out of the portal. The wings almost remove the feathers. It was wearing a long skirt with a broken hem. Also, it was holding a scythe, and they could not see its face. “W-what is that?” Raven asked in shock. “The grim reaper.” Tyler and Kyra spoke, but they only heard Kyra’s voice. Tyler uses his telepathy with Kyra.