Scythe Citra Novels & Stories

Across every screen, in brutal white letters, a message blazed: Tag acquired. Retrieval authorized. Nyxara laughed, a sound that started low and grew wild, edged with something ancient and dangerous. “Oh,” she whispered, soft as snowfall, deadly as a blade in the dark. “So that’s your game.” She straightened to her full height, wiped the blood from her mouth, and let her eyes blaze with the impossible light of her legacy—violet and white, fury and power. “You just made yourselves easy to find.”

making multiple cuts appear on Merka's body. The scythe on her hands glow with every drop of blood landing on the ground... Merka felt cold fear...as wasn't as pompous as she was previously. "Please spare me...I beg you..." Merka fell to the ground in pure fright as she continued begging Madeline. Madeline ignored Merka pleas as she raised her scythe.... "This is where you die...." Bang! The scythe shook violently like it had hitted a hard rock. Madeline looked up to see Damien, and the scythe on his left shoulder. He was completely unharmed as he stared at Madeline silently.

She still didn’t have a complete picture but they were starting to feel familiar… Her eyes snapped open at the sound of Sasha’s scream. She saw, in their pale light, a four-armed ice creature towering above him. Sasha had somehow managed to block, with only his Everlite crystal, the creature’s wicked-looking kukri blade that had come down in a chop.

Damon rubbed his eyes. He wanted to believe that. It was stupid, really. If this whole thing with talking was just meant to get him to drop his guard, then it was working. Wasn’t he smarter than this? He tried to pull his anger and hate forward, to shield himself from unfortunate emotions—but he was so tired of being angry. He sighed as he turned toward her. "How many witches are in Scanthin ?” “I only know about one,And that is me Scarlett." Scar murmured, holding herself tightly.Damon advanced on her and she backed into the wall, staring up at him with wide eyes. “Why should I believe you?”

“Well… I mean… people talk.” Paulo didn’t respond. Lewis crosses his arms defensively. “I swear, I didn’t know it was him.” Before Paulo could reply, another man walks in and stops at the doorway. He was wearing a plain black shirt and moves with quiet confidence. “Paulo,” the man said. Paulo turns toward him. “What?” “Madam Stygian is awake,” the man answered. Paulo’s expression changes slightly. “That's good news,” he said to the man.

I tell her about life above the ground and try to respond as best as possible to her questions while I wait for the scythe. It doesn't take long for the scholar to return. The scythe is smaller than I expected. It has a straight handle, while the blade has the shape of a crescent moon and red. Different gems ornate the blade. When I touch it, I feel how powerful the scythe is. I put it in the messenger bag I have. I look at the Queen and make a small bow. “Thank you, Queen scorpion. I shall not forget this. The werewolves all around the world will hear about your kindness. If you even need our help, contact me. I am Elena Țepeș, from the Blood Moon Pack.”

It was looking for an opportunity to stop Adrian and Rozi's joint attack. The black scythe emanated with an air of death. It felt even colder than the air around them. A faint black aura could be seen around the scythe, seemingly made out of a singular soul locked within. The soul shrieked and wailed in pain. The scythe thirsted for human life, and it would lock the soul it reaped within itself for an eternity of suffering.

Gently, she cut into my wrist with the blunt knife, and suddenly I became less concerned about my sickness and more scared of dying from an infection. "Is it working?" I asked as blood dripped from my wrist and into the steel bowl beneath. "Camille?" "It might if you stop talking." She said with her eyes shut. I waited impatiently for something to happen and it was then I noticed the red powder on the blunt knife. "What is that?" I asked but by then whatever it was had started taking effect on me. I growled in pain as my bones snapped and my veins popped out. My Alpha eyes appeared and my sharp canines sprouted out. "What have you done?" I asked, struggling to resist the shift.

I repeated her. "Yes, Hyun Ki. Did you forget that Lord Inferno has a soul weapon in the form of a black scythe that can take out the spirit of life. I read about it in your personal library." Aphrodite explained that to me. "But I can't see the scythe on you, Lord Minami." Aphrodite's speech was disdainful, she looked at Minami and smiled again. "Don't tell me you couldn't pull the scythe out." "This girl is really annoying, I'll—"

Castor shouts at Sathariel in a rage. I casually pick up a knife from the table and throw it at Castor, aiming for his ankle and perfectly hitting my target. He drops to the ground, crying out in pain as he clutches his ankle, pulling out the knife and tossing it as blood spurts across the floor. “Fucking bitch!” “Aww, and I thought you used to like fucking this bitch,” I pout. “I watched you kill Scythe,” says Sathariel, pulling my attention back to him as Castor’s groans of pain become nothing more than background ambiance. “I checked him myself,” Sathariel argues, completely oblivious to Castors distress. “Yeah… about that,” I say with a Cheshire cat smile.