Scythe Citra Novels & Stories

Madam Scarlett finally reached them, and Caitlyn felt soothed by the warm hug the woman gave her after the brief tight embrace with her son. She touched Caitlyn's hair. "You look so beautiful, dear. Radiating, I must confess." Caitlyn looked up at madam Scarlett with a smile that was filled with appreciation. The guests had all turned away their attention from them, and it brought comfort back to Caitlyn. "What skincare product do you use, my dear? " Mother?" Martin was shocked at her sudden question. Madam Scarlett eyed him. "I do not remember speaking to you, Martin." She turned her head back to Caitlyn. "Dear, as I was saying."

Though I can't really point out if there's any difference between it and what Stella has. "The damage of that scythe would depend on how strong the user is, Celestina. If you're weaker than Stella, then even if you're given the most powerful scythe in this realm, it wouldn't change the fact that Stella is stronger than you," Siege said as if he could read what was running through my mind. I held on to the tip of the scythe, only to be wounded by it. "Ouch," I uttered, and I was surprised by how Siege claimed it with his index finger as he sipped on it to eradicate the blood coming out of it.

I yanked my hand away in fright. With a huff, he shifted my thighs toward himself. I cried out. This is not how I planned on loosing my virginity. It wasn't in this way. Not now, not ever. Pounding my fist in his chest, I wiggled my body. I don't know what he did to my hands but I noticed I couldn't lift it. I was weak and exhausted. It was then I realized that he had injected me with a syringe. I could only cry and scream but my whole body stiffened.

Except for one. One of the grim reapers is watching the whole battle from a thick branch of a tree. She's just sutting there comfortably while sipping the sweet water inside the coconut. "Hmm," She moaned in happiness as soona s she finished her drink. She clasped her hands and then smiled. "Maybe it's time for me to join the battle," She said and summoned her scythe. Her scythe has an unusual form. It is a little rusty and a little too small for a normal scythe. Its blade is also uspide down as if it was not made to kill.

They huddled near the edge of a pit that shimmered with traces of Adrium—like veins of quicksilver beneath cracked earth. “Any sight of supervisors?”, tunde asked. “Not yet. But the drones are twitchy this morning. And the wall sensors flashed red earlier—someone might’ve tried crossing.”Abigail said. Samuel snorted.“Another desperate fool. They always forget about the lasers.” A sharp hum passed overhead. The three of them froze.A Citadel drone floated by—sleek, spider-like, with a smooth metallic eye that scanned the quarry below. A warning light blinked as it passed, and the trio waited silently until it was gone.

she snarled her eyes glistering with hate almost like she wasn't the same person feigning sweetness a while ago. I chuckle at how narrow-minded she is to think she could scare me off. "I know who you are Lyra Skye" she states. I shrugged, "Good that you do. Then you must know that your little treats won't do no effect on me" "Be careful--"

“And do our job! The quest.” She nodded. The last few rays of sunlight dimmed as darkness encroached upon the sky. Hayden, Cory and the others gathered in the attic of the large house. They were going to use the rooftops. They would go from rooftop to rooftop to get to the Soucouyant’s house to avoid the plants. Once at her house, they make a hole in the ceiling with the Vermillion Sword and pour the salt on her shed skin. She would not be able to don the salted skin and she would perish. Titan would fetch the Crimson Axe from her house. It was rumoured to be mounted on her wall.

Mathin parried. And suddenly Scy was there, a katana-like energy blade weaving like St. Elmo’s fire, interfering with the monster’s blade and luring it away while Mathin freed himself. Balanced on one foot, Mathin withdrew his own gun and stood ready to aid should Scy need it.

Our parents are used to our banter. “I see Mom gave you your gift. Well, let me give you my gift.” Dad says with a grin as he waves his hand, and shadows swarm around his hand. When the shadows disappear, there is a war scythe in his hands. It’s almost identical to his. Except where his has black details, mine has dark purple. The top part of the blade has jimpings as the blade curves toward where it meets the staff; it has dark purple bone-like fragments sticking from it. On the bottom of the staff, there is a badass-looking skull with purple jeweled eyes. “It’s time you had your own war scythe for reaping souls.”

The two horrors collided with a sickening crunch of fracturing chitin and tearing webbing. Before the third creature could land on her shoulders, Cattleya drew her heavy surgical scalpel with her right hand and drove the reinforced steel blade straight through the roof of its expanded mouth as it fell. The momentum carried the dying creature over her back, slamming it onto the flagstones behind her. The combined entities on the floor scrambled to untangle themselves, their compound lenses whirring in blind rage. Cattleya stepped forward, her movement cold and measured. She reached into her medical satchel and pulled out a brass-bound pressure syringe filled with her own freshly synthesized,