Scythe Cover Novels & Stories

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."

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 content now included an image of a scythe, similar to the one held by the Grim Reaper. "What does this scythe mean?" Austin asked, his brow furrowed. Ezra's eyes flickered with fear. "This is the Death Scythe, symbolizing the harvesting of lives. In the Shadow Web Syndicate's assassination orders, if a Death Scythe appears, it means that a top assassin from the Death List has taken an interest. Each scythe represents one top-tier assassin from the Death List." Austin's pupils contracted sharply. He suddenly understood why Ezra, usually so unflappable, was so visibly shaken.

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.

She shook her head and turned round, time to head home. As she turned, the strap of her camera came loose with the spin and it fell to the floor. She cursed and bent down to pick it and examined it, she was grateful that the lens hadn't been cracked or broken by the fall but the covering had. Ohh well, it was less expensive to get a new covering than to get a new camera lens.

Tears began to drop from my eyes, trying to kick was fruitless He suddenly got lifted from me and I began hearing grunts and groaning like someone being punched. I moved back whimpering as I saw Jack deal with him, Harry tried to fight back but he was no match for Jack. Harry's face was soon covered with blood and he was breathing heavily while coughing. Jack took off his jacket and wore it on me covering my exposed chest and boobs, he hugged me to himself, I buried my head in his chest bursting into tears. Jack lifted me in bridal style and carried me out of the science lab which was now messy.

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.