Scythe Citra Novels & Stories

At Alec’s questioning look I added, “My mother told me of the Scythe being stolen a thousand or so years ago from her coven.” "We will have to expect Alpha Kylen to use that to catch us off guard." Alec pointed out. Thane nodded. “Maybe we can get it from them somehow. You know what it looks like. Can you draw it?” “It looks like any scythe, but the blade is black and there are Celtic symbols down the handle. I’m not much of an artist, but I’ll give it a shot. I rose and walked to the printer, grabbing a sheet of paper, and returned to sit in Anders' lap as he passed me a pen. His arms tightened around my waist, distracting me as I drew the weapon to the best of my ability, drawing out the s

"We fight." ​: As the first drone dived toward us, the black thorn on my wrist didn't just throb—it opened. A third eye, violet and slitted like a cat’s, blinked open in the center of the scar. ​"The Scythe has evolved," a voice that wasn't mine whispered in my head. "And it’s hungry for steel."

Scarlett. I watched the crowd disperse, and the cold began to seep into my bones. They had left me out here to die. I did not mean to kill anyone. I just wanted to get away. I was tired of everything, and I wanted to get away. I looked around me, teeth chattering, hoping someone would take pity on me, but no one was there. Everyone had left. I was forgotten. Bet they were all waiting until I die and my corpse becomes frozen before they come and help. I wanted to tug at the mate bond, but how they looked at me before they left discouraged me. If they had doubts about Bianca's allegations, this was an apparent offence. I had indeed drugged the reservoir, and it had led to deaths. I was a mass

Scythe suddenly sat up and her heart skipped a beat when he grabbed her on both arms. "W-What are you doing?" She stuttered. Scythe pushed her back gently till she laid down on the grass. "You'll be able to see the stars clearly this way" Scythe said, laying back down beside her. "Oh..." Indigo muttered and Scythe chuckled. "And I'm the one who's imagining things here" He said and Indigo rolled her eyes before she gazed up at the stars. "They're beautiful" She smiled. "There's Orion's belt and the big dipper." Scythe pointed and she nodded as she marvelled at them

"Yes this is about Thane and something bigger." A flicker of unease ran through me. Then, before I could react, she turned toward Kiya. And pulled out a dagger. I sucked in a sharp breath as she traced the blade against Kiya’s arm, pressing just enough to draw a thin line of blood. Kiya whimpered, her eyes filling with tears. "Calantha. stop," I said, my voice shaking. She sighed dramatically. "You’re no fun, Kaidaira. Always so serious." She spun the dagger between her fingers before flipping it into a reverse grip, raising it toward Kiya’s throat.

When it reached about ten feet from him, the thing leaped, front legs ripping at the air as it came for him. Vanadine released the pressure in his left hand, bathing the syphia’s head and face in orange flame as he swung the machete as hard as he could. Whatever part of the creature it hit was like hammering against stone and Vanadine felt a shock run up his arm, almost losing his grip on the weapon. He backed away as the syphia screamed and rolled, trying to extinguish the flames. The stench of burning hair filled the air as greasy, slate grey smoke issued forth. With the syphia now between him and the pile of corpses, Vanadine backing away and the damage the creature had suffered, Vanadine

𝗜𝗡𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗭𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡: 𝟭𝟬%. She looks at the woman in the floral dress and realizes it’s not a stranger. It’s Cynthia Thorne. But as Cynthia walks forward, her skin begins to crack like porcelain, revealing a shimmering, metallic layer underneath. "You thought I was just the mistress?" Cynthia laughed, her voice turning into a terrifying electronic hum. "I’m the first version of the system, Maya. And I’ve been waiting a long time to move into a newer house.

“What the hell is going on?” “The Scythian is online and live—on the dark web. We’re trying to hack into the feed. The son of a bitch has the best hackers working for him.” Donnie swung a large screen around, and with a few more taps, they were in. The walled room could be anywhere; it looked derelict. Three fold-out chairs sat on one side. A scuffed table presented an array of weapons, and a rectangular mat sat centered onscreen. Black terror swept through Johnny. They’d seen this setup before. This was a Scythian execution video.

Elena screamed. She didn't wait. She ignited her silver blades, the molecular edges whistling as she carved a horizontal arc toward Cyrus’s back. The Liquidator didn't turn. He leaned back, his body bending at an angle that would have snapped a human spine, the silver blades passing an inch from his nose. With his free hand, he tapped a command on his wrist-com.

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.