Scythe Cover Novels & Stories

He stroked my hair as I leaned closer into his arms hugging him partly. "How come no one ever notices the bruises and marks you have?". He spoke up. "I always cover it up". I told him. "I use a concealer but most times i just wear baggy shirts to hide it". Reece didn't say anything instead he just closed his eyes resting on the wall as he muttered incomprehensible words. I looked at his hands which were clenched into a ball of fist. "Nat. I don't think you should stay there anymore". He continue.

That he’d grown addicted. Blade moves first, sweeping the room with his scanner. Spade covers the rear. Their movements are crisp, almost soundless. These are men who’ve walked through death before and didn’t mind coming back. Tables line the far wall, littered with rusted tools, syringes, and vials still half-filled with something milky. There’s a cage pushed into the corner. Small. Too small. The metal inside is bent, as if someone, or something, had clawed to get out.

he asked, pointing to the book. "Of course..." Vinnie said, handing him the brochure. Thane scanned the cover, his eyes narrowing as he looked closely at it. The cover depicted a drawing of a werewolf, a vampire, and witch, in a savage position, poised to attack a helpless human sprawled at their feet. A red danger sign was crossed over the three supernatural creatures, with the caption "The Imminent Threat of Non-Human Entities - A fight for the preservation of Mankind" written boldly on top of it.

"Good luck. It's gone. The police are hunting you down. There is no escape." I hurled the scalpel, burying it in his shoulder. He collapsed, clutching the wound, but his eyes burned with defiance. I stalked over and ripped the blade out. "I never plan to leave alive. I've got plenty of time to make you talk. You're loaded and famous. Why stoop to this?" By the second stab, Robert broke, revealing the other kidney's fate. Sirens wailed outside, and flashlights pierced the windows, blinding me. Several police officers burst in. "Freeze! Hands on your head!" I drove the scalpel into Robert's heart, my rage drowning out his pathetic excuse.

To sweat out the fear. I’m clearing a pile of burnt debris near the back door—what’s left of a booth—when I see it. A piece of heavy leather, half-buried in wet ash. It’s a cut. Or part of one. I reach down, dusting off the soot. It’s charred black, but the embroidery is still visible. A skull. A scythe. Reaper colors. One of the attackers must have dropped it, or... I turn it over.

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..

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.

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

but human again. I didn't choose the "Fantasy." I raised my hand, and the Red Blood in my veins turned into a **Scythe of Raw Data**. "I'm not 'Content,'" I told Marcus. I swung the scythe. I didn't hit Marcus. I hit the **Tablet**. The glass device shattered into a million pieces. The "Administrator Mode" vanished. Marcus was no longer a "Producer." He was just a man in a white suit, standing in the middle of five billion angry "Glitches."