Scythe Cover Novels & Stories

"This place is all girly and it nauseates me" I bursted into laughter at what he said, I just really like the fact that he manages to make me happy. He held my hand and took me out of the room taking me to his own room where I was before. We entered and he sat me on the bed, he walked towards his table and then came back holding a round white cream jar stuff. I stared at it. "Whats that?". "It can help you take away those marks on you and heal your scars". "Reece ..".

Ice and I share an anxious glance before retracing our steps and sitting back down on the couch. This time, Gray and Bo sit down too. Bo takes a seat on the chair to my right. Gray sits down on the coffee table in front of us. “Like I said, Abraxas cares about blood purity,” He says slowly. “It is possible that he may… Expect certain things in exchange for the wolfsbane we need.” “What do you mean?” Ice asks. “He may want an alliance between our packs,” he explains.

Click. The vault hissed open. Inside, resting on a bed of chilled nitrogen fog, was a single, heavy pneumatic syringe filled with a glowing, silver-blue liquid. The Ouroboros binder. She grabbed it, slamming the syringe against her thigh to arm the pressure coil, and turned back toward the door. The heat in the facility was now blistering. The air felt heavy and thick, smelling of sulfur and melting plastic. The thermal shielding was failing faster than she had calculated.

I raised a brow defeated. I had debated for the first twenty minutes in my mind. I had decided no matter how horrible the tattoo could possibly be, there are always cover ups or long sleeve shirts. Somewhere deep in my soul, I knew I didn’t need to worry. Tadeas’ wouldn’t do anything malicious to me. Would he? My mind chimed in. “I trust you. Would I be here otherwise?” I questioned trying to steal a peek again. “Do I need to blindfold your mate?” The artist threatened from behind his humming gun.

Leaving my brother's hand. "Catalina, where's your CR?" Freya stood up quickly when i said where it was... and leave. Bryce just stood there, shocked for being ignored. I want to laugh out load but my brother looks pitiful. A very first time in history! Bryce is a playboy and he can easily aattract a blooming flowet. You can easily see that on the way he talked and move add his muscular and good body. In my lifetime with them, i never saw some girl ignored him. Never. And now..

Inside the box is a knife laid on black velvety material. The Omega goes to pick it up but realizes the top isn't attached to the base, so it comes right off. The handle of the blade is black with carvings on it. The blade looks sharp, with old, dried blood near the tip. Aiden touches it and hisses as he jerks his hand back. He brings his finger to his mouth and sucks on it, trying to ease the burn. Silver… ‘Why would the Alpha have a silver blade?’ Aiden wondered as he set the blade back on the base and placed the clear cover over it again.

Ryan raised the chair in his hands, and with a swift motion, brought it down on me, his eyes cold as they met mine. I was paralyzed by the fear in my eyes, unable to move. "Ah!" The pain shot through me like a jolt of electricity, and I couldn't contain the blood-curdling scream that escaped my lips. My fingers were crushed instantly, mangled and bleeding, as I stared at them in disbelief. The physical pain, sharp and intense, barely compared to the crushing weight in my chest.

she pressed my nose with her index finger. Letting out a half-hearted groan, I stood up and gathered my almost forgotten drink. Donning a pair of black oven gloves I opened the steaming appliance and gently gathered the dish inside it. The steam from it curled upward in delicate swirls as I set it on the granite counter. “Voilà,” I announced when it was carefully set. “Oh my God Carson, this smells amazing!” Butterfly exclaimed as she stood up and took in a breath of the steam. “I can still detect that note of skepticism in your voice and let me tell you, I don't like it,” I removed the gloves from my hands and walked over to the other side of the kitchen to get a knife.

Long greasy looking hair covered most of its face and only one red colored eye was directed at the both of us as it approached. "I believe that is a corpse seeker, Rai," I mumbled sourly and pulled my sword out and held it in front of me. Rai patted my back and said there were six more surrounding us. The closest one reached out and scratched me on my forearm with its claw and I screamed in agony as the skin partially decayed and fell away. I looked at Rai and told him we were both fucked. I watched him close his eyes and felt the ground shift beneath my feet. My mouth dropped open as thick black clouds engulfed Rai and formed a cloak around his growing form. He opened his hand and a shiny s