Scythe Cover Novels & Stories

Coughing and spluttering against the acrid scent, he wafted his hands all around the room in an attempt to clear his vision. When the room finally began to clear, Damon could see Scar leaning over the table . In front of her a large, wide-rimmed bowl was still filled with sparkling purple flames, but as he watched, the flames died and she reached inside. He held his breath, half-expecting her to gasp with pain, but when she pulled her hand out again, her pale skin was unmarred. She held something in her hand that he couldn’t quite see and he watched with a furrowed brow as she placed it on the end of her tongue. Closing her ice-blue eyes, she swallowed whatever the object was and her own bro

Aleister wondered out loud, clearly impressed by the witch's armory. Ruby pressed a certain button on the wall and the shelf lined with knives separated like a sliding door presenting a variety of scythes. There was a scythe entirely made out of fishbone, there was an ill-proportioned one with a heart-shaped ruby and thorns, he saw another scythe where the blade is completely made out of ice making him wonder how it hadn't melted yet, one impressive scythe had a golden handle styled as a dragon and from its mouth protrudes a crimson metal. The weapon bore great power and he can feel it merely by looking at its blade. Aleister then noticed a black scythe that made shivers run up his spine. Th

The shadow collar on my neck tightened, a cold, possessive tether that dragged my soul toward the furnace of his energy. ​I stepped into the corridor. The air was thick with the scent of ozone and salt. With a flick of my wrist, the violet Scythe materialized. It didn't just appear; it tore through the air, humming like a live wire connected to a heart that had finally started beating again. ​I didn't feel fear. I felt a dark, intoxicating hunger.

I pecked her before leaving her presence and heading to my room for a night rest I slept that night like a baby Episode 16 Whitney pov FEW MONTHS LATER '𝑁𝑜𝑤 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑖 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑜 𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝒉 𝑡𝒉𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑗𝑒𝑐𝑡' I thought starring at my science project, which would be done in few minutes ...... I was in the science lab at school creating a mega robot wing for a science project

Scythe suddenly sat up and her heart skipped a beat when he grabbed her on both arms. "W-What are you doing?" She stuttered. Scythe pushed her back gently till she laid down on the grass. "You'll be able to see the stars clearly this way" Scythe said, laying back down beside her. "Oh..." Indigo muttered and Scythe chuckled. "And I'm the one who's imagining things here" He said and Indigo rolled her eyes before she gazed up at the stars. "They're beautiful" She smiled. "There's Orion's belt and the big dipper." Scythe pointed and she nodded as she marvelled at them

Skye asked, trying to stop me. "Let me go. I have to see Ixora!" "What has gotten over you? She tried to kill you!" Skye yelled. Blake ignored him and finished removing the wires. "W... Which hospital?" Blake asked, his voice rising with urgency. "I'm sorry, but I can't tell you," Skye said. Blake looked around and saw surgical scissors in the drawer. He took it and pointed it at his neck. "Have you gone mad!" Skye yelled. "Start talking or watch me kill myself," Blake threatened, pressing the sharp edge of the scissors hard against his neck.

This immediately caused Anberine to flinch sharply to Skye’s dismay. “I know it hurts but try to relax okay” Skye assured Anberine who still didn’t talk, once he cleaned the blood off of her face. Skye immediately frowned at the scratch marks now residing in their place. “That darned woman!” Skye resisted to snap as he took his bag off his shoulder and took out the scar removal potion. Biting his lip Skye placed a drop of the purple vial and a drop of the scar removal potion onto the towel and lightly dabbed it on the infected areas.

to get Amara’s attention. ​Lyra, however, was already in the bushes. She didn't try to pull Dante; she crawled in beside him and began to lick his face, her warm presence instantly calming his panic. She stayed there, her body acting as a soft cushion between Dante and the scratchy branches until Amara arrived to untangle him. ​"She’s a 'Proximity Shield', Mamma," Lorenzo observed as they brought the twins back inside. "Aegis watches the room, but Lyra watches the person."

I pulled the covers over her to keep her warm. “Get a shirt,” I told Clay, not wanting her to be vulnerable when the doctor arrived. He returned quickly with a plain, white shirt—new, without any lingering scents of us, something he knew she’d appreciate. He laid it beside me as he studied Scarlett with deep concern. “How did it happen?” Clay finally asked, his voice low and worried.

Now, only power spoke. Gloria knelt first, laying a talon-shaped blade across her knees. Its hilt was carved from bone that pulsed faintly in the darkness, like a heartbeat echoing through the ground. The air grew colder around her, coiling like serpents, and her lips moved without sound. The frost crawling along her skin wasn’t entirely natural; it was the blade calling to her, the spirits whispering their obedience.