Scythe Citra Novels & Stories

She was gripping a silver blade so tightly her knuckles were white, the metal gleaming dangerously in the light. Without a moment of hesitation, Sylvara launched herself off the roof, cutting through the night air like a hawk. She landed with a heavy thud directly in front of Zayla, but Zayla didn’t even flinch. As Sylvara looked closer, she realized Zayla’s eyes were completely black, no iris, no white, just a terrifying void.

“We’ll find another way.” “There is no other way, Haris,” Citra interrupted suddenly. She stepped closer to Serena. “Give him the documents, Serena. He’ll kill us all if you don’t. I know this man better than anyone. He has no soul.” Serena looked at her sister. There was real fear in Citra’s eyes, but there was also something else—a very subtle signal. Citra tilted her head almost imperceptibly toward the liquid nitrogen tanks situated behind Dewangga’s position.

Rei took a few steps closer to Troy and Briar. Putting his hand on Rei’s arm he whispered in his ear and Rei visibly calmed down. “You realize there are 3 wolves right outside her window, and the big guys are right downstairs waiting my signal. He’s not getting anywhere with Briar. I promise.” Scythe told Rei. “Fine. It’s your show. Go get her. I’ll hold back for now.” Rei replied. “Good, now Rei, please back up, you don’t want any this.” Scythe pushed Rei behind him as he started to release his aura. A low to the ground mist started curling around Scythe until it manifested a scythe like weapon with incredible reach.

He’s confident, skilled in his craft and wicked with war scythe. Zane uses a war scythe to harvest the souls to bring back to Death. It’s where the whole concept of the grim reaper's image comes from in the human world. It’s because they took the idea from Zane’s coven. Of course, at the time, they didn’t know. They thought it was all made-up shit in stories. Zane’s war scythe is a badass. The top part of the blade has jimppings as the blade curves toward where it meets the staff; it has black bone-like fragments sticking from it. On the bottom of the staff, there is a badass-looking skull.

The Deviuture flipped its wings ,and as those humongous wings rose and fell , its impact hit Chelsea and Ron like a hurling cyclone - it slammed against their backs and Chelsea felt that she and Ron will almost be thrown thousands of feet away . By the time Chelsea got her footing back on the ground it was too late - The deviuture was again spreading its wings , readying itself to pierce the both of them . " Protect yourself ! " said Chelsea summoning her double headed scythe , her most dangerous weapon , the scythe was completely pure white except for the two blue gems that were inlaid on the centre of both the end of its rod . White fumes rose from its blades and the surrounding grass slow

This building is located in the middle of a forest so its presence is very conspicuous. Once inside, Cia is immediately confronted by Vasilio's followers. The woman activated the mechanism of her bracelet, took out a single needle, and it transformed into a sizable scythe-shaped blade. Cia's lips curved to the side, she glared at all the enemies and with one powerful movement, all the enemies were split into two. Her steps were graceful, every step left behind a golden light that was fading rapidly. He followed the scents of Lief and Lave wafting through the air. Until her steps stopped at a pale brown door.

The sky-cycle’s twin engines roared beneath them as Vera and Lucien raced from the smoldering ruins of Skyforge Citadel. Dawn’s first pale light bled through lingering smoke, but the halo of the Blood Moon still glowed crimson on the horizon. Lucien guided the cycle down the battered stone ramp, his talons of metal and bone gripping the throttle’s edge. Vera leaned forward, clutching the obsidian fang at her waist, dream-silk thread still twined around her throat scar.

From that moment on, she lived in Mira's shadow. Mira was the sick one, the fragile one, so all the love went to her. Sasha got used to giving things up—bedrooms, friends, competition spots. But there was one thing she wouldn't let go of. The boy she'd fallen for the second she saw him—Vincent Scythe, heir to the Scythe family. He used to be untouchable, a golden boy in the clouds. Then a car crash after his birthday banquet left him blind and stashed away in some far-off estate.

He, like me, doesn’t want to hurt Vittoria, not after she has just made herself known. Scythe and I enter the bedroom. We have gotten a lot closer over the last few days. He is a good guy and a demon in bed. The man can suck a lemon through a garden hose. We haven’t all done anything together yet and I can see Rebel is needing a release. She has already had sex with me back in the club. But she has never done anything like that with Scythe.

JULY 26 SYRA “Listen… I get you!” I breathed out, my voice trembling as my eyes locked with hers—no, its. The creature standing before me was not fully her anymore. Her eyes glowed a haunting blue, bright as a flame beneath still water, and jagged, obsidian-black teeth peeked through her grin. She was… twisted. Ferocious. But deep inside that monstrous shell, I could feel her. Syra. Scared. Cornered. Drowning under the weight of something dark—something ancient.