Scythe Citra Novels & Stories

I told it, breathless. Its surface shimmered. The reflected scythe that had been swinging toward my face snapped into an angle that sent it back into its own frame. Spider‑cracks raced across the glass as the image hit itself. The real scythe above us—not a full one, just a bitter remnant from another world—hesitated a beat too long for the storm’s liking. The support it hung from groaned audibly in protest. “Every time you make it falter,” Selene called, landing light on a spinning carnival cart, “it ripple‑fails three tiles over. You’re forcing it to re‑calc in real time. It hates that.”

“I can feel it… that we’re close. But something’s still hidden.” He tilted his head. “You mean more than just the purge?” “Yes. Scarlett mentioned I was ‘curious’… that my blood was tainted.” Liam’s brow furrowed. “What do you think she meant?” “I think… my connection to her runs deeper than I thought.” In the conference room, Richter, Tamar, Freya, and Liam gathered around the holomap. “Zurich’s vault is reduced to ash,” Freya reported. “But small pulses have been detected along the Arctic satellite line. Scarlett embedded herself in the SkyChain network.”

Whatever tickles your pickle. The witch, Citra, is a waiflike, small slip of a girl. She is pale skinned, with hair that is nearly white. She had reached the witch age of majority, 18, and had declared that the Meteoric Rise Pack was corrupt. She had done everything that she could to get Nathan out of there and away from Julian. That was how she was brought to the oracle, Michael. Her goddess, Hecate, had sent her there. It made sense, since Selene had said that she was working with Hecate.

] wrote Seb on his slate. “Eurydice,” Xander called to the Dryad who was facing out the window. Eurydice turned to face them, her eyes slowly opening as she did. Her soft features looked transparent with the sun behind her as it descended on its path towards the horizon. Her green hair floated around her pale face, and her green eyes, the color of new grass in spring, shined with a life of their own. “Eurydice, I would like to introduce you to the members of the 1st Special Class Sphere,” said Xander as he came closer to the Dryad. “These are Dorin Silvius, Sebastian Revious, Johan Ignacius, and Eirian Marie.”

Even if Scitalis won the fight, the recovery period was very long. Once he realized this, Scitalis began studying the surroundings, wanting to utilize everything to kill people. Soon, he discovered the dark cyan igneous rocks could not only glow, but those rocks could disperse a special type of fog. No matter how strong the cultivators were, as long as they inhaled the fog long enough, they would start to hallucinate.

to see a kiddie-sized cartoon character scissors in her hand, "Pft! You call that a scythe?! Fuwahahaha!" K Whatever blinked, 'This is my scythe? No way. No no, must be normal scissors!' Or so she thought. When K Whatever slashed the evil spirit with the 'normal scissors', the evil spirit screamed, "Ahh!" He stepped away from her as he huffed. "What the...?" K Whatever gazed at the scissors in her hand, "Is this my scythe?! Nooo!" ~ KL •ARC 3• TSUBE

into the present, creating a localized vacuum around us that the Scythe of Time couldn't touch. We broke through the time-stutter. I collided with the titan’s silver chest, my hands glowing with the white-hot heat of the Eleventh Cycle. The silver skin didn't melt; it resisted, the material as hard as a neutron star. "THE MOTHER OF THE SUN IS BUT A SPARK IN THE COLD," the Final Luna boomed, her massive hand coming down like a falling mountain. Leo intercepted the strike. He didn't use a sword; he used the Loom-Threads. He reached into the air and pulled a dozen violet strings of destiny, wrapping them around the titan’s fingers and anchoring them to the ground.

“Do you know why? Because she doesn’t drain me. She feeds me. Just as I feed her. We are symbiosis. We are balance. We are what the books never predicted.” “The Council… the Council will want to know about this…” “The Council will find out soon enough.” I tilted my head. “And it will learn.” I extended my hand to the side, and the air tore open in violet and silver. My black scythe slid out of the pocket dimension, the ebony handle fitting perfectly in my palm. The curved blade gleamed, ancient runes pulsing in shades of violet. The leader looked at the scythe. Then at me. “That is… a scythe of death…”

" Flo held her stomach while groaning in pain. A little blood was visible on her hand. “FLO!!” Alisa panicked to see her friend injured. “Why? Are you in pain, huh? That was my follow-up attack. And now look at this.” Santana shouted again, calling for the weapon. “LEVEL THREE!!” Red light emerged again from the gap between the handle and the blade of the scythe. It was the highest mode for the second generation of the technology created by the Politech company. “EAT THIS!!” ZAZAZAZAZAZAZA