Scythe Cover の小説・ストーリー

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.

A large table was placed in front of the couch but there was enough space between them. At the corner of the room, a sink was placed there. Branded bottles of hand wash were sitting pretty on it. A locked cabinet rested against one wall. In the cabinet, different kinds of erotic tools were arranged neatly. Different sizes of leather cuffs. Different length of spreader bars. Floggers with multiple tails were arranged beside each other. Wipes with single tails followed evenly. Paddles, crop and canes, blindfolds, gags, including rings and balls, and clamps were arranged on a table in front of the cabinet.

His eyes were an amazing shade of gold, and just now they sparkled with the dark promise of death. Almost too fast to follow his movements, the dark-haired man crossed the room with its crumbling plaster walls and stood behind the wolf with two curved, ornate hand sickles already in his hands. The soft ringing of metal resounded as he swung with expert precision, not even brushing her hair with his blades while he decapitated her tormenter. The head that had just been level with hers went one direction, while the hands gripping her arms fell away and the body toppled to the floor on her other side. Her mouth fell open in stunned horror, then clamped firmly shut again as she was sprayed with

Ira covered her mouth when she confirmed that it was indeed a spiritual weapon. Ira had examined the scythe before this and confirmed that it was an ordinary tool with nothing special about it.

It was happening to face before the covers were coming off to her laps. Then, she shrieked. “What? What happened? What’s going on?” Caleb burst into the room before Marina was gripping the cover in her hands and shoved it up to her chin. She was looking at him as he was wearing the apron that grandpa used to and was holding a spatula. “What are you doing here?” Marina spat before Caleb was turning his golden orbs to her. Then, he sighed relief. “Thank goodness,” he said before Marina was glaring at him.

[Amor’s POV] Nyx Scythe? Like the grim reaper’s scythe? “How do you know about the scythe?” Kaltain asked. “Do you really think all I had been doing in the past few years was play hide and seek with you and your lord? The magic that was used to bring night to this world wasn’t dark magic, even though it included living sacrifices. It was a curse. And Nyx Scythe is the only weapon gifted to the sorcizens by the god of death himself. That weapon can cut through and tear apart any curse…”

Except for one. One of the grim reapers is watching the whole battle from a thick branch of a tree. She's just sutting there comfortably while sipping the sweet water inside the coconut. "Hmm," She moaned in happiness as soona s she finished her drink. She clasped her hands and then smiled. "Maybe it's time for me to join the battle," She said and summoned her scythe. Her scythe has an unusual form. It is a little rusty and a little too small for a normal scythe. Its blade is also uspide down as if it was not made to kill.

He said before taking it back and standing up, "It's known as 'Cronus' Sickle', and it's a powerful weapon, if a bit unpredictable." "I can see why you chose it then, can you show me?" I asked and he flipped the coin in the air, and when it came back down, sure enough, the split scythe landed in his hand. "If anything, this weapon chose me, in a way. When Jameson, Damien, and I went to visit Sisto at her weapon shop, I picked up a gun that was chambered for .600 Nitro Express and was content to leave it at that; But as I was looking around I saw this scythe on the wall, and it turns out that it has some serious history behind it," He said before tossing it back into the air, and catching it

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.

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.