Scythe Citra Novels & Stories

I wipe off blood from my nose and snap it back in place “Last chance, tell me where to find that bastard and you might be alive to rebuild” “Don't underestimate me just because you were able to land an attack on me” blood drips from her face and she slowly walks to me Death Scythe emerges from my shadow and floats beside me before I grip it firmly and run to her. I perform a front thrust, pushing Death Scythe to her face but Madame Abigail steps to the side and i turn it over making the blade curl behind her and then pull it back fast

Aleister wondered out loud, clearly impressed by the witch's armory. Ruby pressed a certain button on the wall and the shelf lined with knives separated like a sliding door presenting a variety of scythes. There was a scythe entirely made out of fishbone, there was an ill-proportioned one with a heart-shaped ruby and thorns, he saw another scythe where the blade is completely made out of ice making him wonder how it hadn't melted yet, one impressive scythe had a golden handle styled as a dragon and from its mouth protrudes a crimson metal. The weapon bore great power and he can feel it merely by looking at its blade. Aleister then noticed a black scythe that made shivers run up his spine. Th

How can he be compared to you? Tristan tapped his fingers on the table and made up his mind. "Alright, Matthew, you're coming with me." … "Esther!" I didn't expect to run into Tristan here in Straburgh. As I walked down the hallway after coming out of the restroom, I heard him call my name. After eight years, I recognized his voice instantly. Looking toward the voice, I saw him leaning against the wall with a glass of wine in hand while squinting at me. It seemed like he had been waiting for me on purpose.

Cobra regarded him for a while and sighed, "I'm sorry about your father. He was already dead when I arrived at the scene." "I know," Bryce gritted his teeth. "I also know who killed him and I want her dead. No matter what it costs, she must die." "Queen Scorpion?" Cobra asked. Bryce nodded, "How did you know?" "You were mumbling her name in your subconscious state. But she is just one little girl. How was she able to bring down the Wild Stallions? I still find it hard to believe," Cobra explained. "She had help," Bryce replied. "I want them all dead; every single one of them should be killed."

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.