Scythe Cover Novels & Stories

Indeed, my arm still aches, but the tingle that tells me about the iden's desire to be free intensifies, and I bite down on my tongue to keep from crying out. Saelyna looks at the cover closely with a frown. 'There's something…it's written in some kind of invisible ink,' she says. 'What does it say?' She frowns again, then as if on impulse, she opens her palm over the cover, emitting a pale blue light from her fingers.

Omar sat on the edge of a table situated by the wall, close to the window which had no burglary and stared out into the morning with his right hand placed on the window still, his left hand which was injured was held up in a sling that went over his right shoulder. His left palm was placed over the injury on his abdomen where he had been shot and around it was a bandage. He absent mindedly ran his thumb over the spot as he looked down at the workers busy downstairs.

I took a deep breath and said flatly, "Fine. Then, hear this—whatever happens to Fraser Networks from now on has nothing to do with me." "Get lost! Don't you dare curse my company. And don't bother showing up again!" Julian sneered, still mocking me. "Who the hell do you think you are, to decide the fate of my company? What a joke." I gave a cold little smile, thinking, 'I hope you still find it funny later.' … Just then, a long black luxury car pulled up in front of the building. The door opened, and a silver-haired old man stepped out with the help of his aides, his voice booming with fury. "Who's kicking Skye out of the company?!" I froze, stunned for a moment. 'Old Mr. Fraser?!'

Blood Shadow Heavenly Wheel is now! A round of blood-colored wheel blade then when the head cover down, but the green-robed old man will be deeply shocked, the blood shadow sky wheel stopped in mid-air, the green-robed old man did not dare to move, he shot, the blood shadow mad knife is also bound to shoot.

The Gifted Hybrid. I was stunned at the title. It took my interest. I tried to flip the cover of the book but it won't open. I frowned when I saw something surround the book. Like there was a spell covering it. I put the book down on my bed when I saw something left inside the black box. There was a big gold anchor/ship wheel necklace that just fit my hands. It glowed when in contact with my hands. I feel like the necklace is mine because the scythe was also glowing. I took the scythe and looked as it shines so bright. I let out a gasp when the scythe transformed into a round object. Then I noticed the cover of the book, it has a hole round shape in it and an anchor then ship wheel in it.

“Now move.” The first Shade lunged, its clawed hand reaching for her throat. Avery swung wildly. The scythe whistled through the air, heavy, unbalanced in her grip. She clipped the Shade’s side—it shrieked, dissolving into ash—but the momentum spun her half around, leaving her exposed. Another lunged. She barely ducked in time, stumbling across the marble, scythe dragging against the floor with a sharp ring. Her palms burned, sweat already slicking her grip.

There was no point arguing, not when his scent was this intoxicating, not when every breath I took made my wolf hum softly in my head. Moments later, the door opened and another man stepped in, carrying a tray with a glass of water and a bowl of soup. He is almost as tall as my mate, though his features were softer. He had dark blond hair, neatly trimmed, and his gray eyes held warmth despite his strong build. His aura was powerful too, confident, steady. The faint mark on his neck told me he was already mated. “This is the water you asked for, Alaric,” the man said respectfully.

Its hunger throbbed - dark, pulsing, wanting out. No. The Duskbane Grimoires were clear: the Scythe was a weapon of eclipse. Summon it under night, invite the darkness to consume the wielder's soul. A sun-weapon. Tonight, I was on my own. A metallic clink erupted from behind the practice dummies. I didn't turn. Didn't break stride. I sent a Threadbare filament behind me like a spider's web. It brushed something cold, hard, moving fast. "Ten of you," I murmured, voice low, aristocratic silk. "And here I thought the Shadow Syndicate had some pride left."

One blink it only took, then dark-orange blood started raining over Janshai as the slaughtered beasts scattered on the ground. “What the hell just happened?” Arth shook his head as he stared at the form of the long scythe Janshai was holding. The weapon was mostly black, with glowing red lines and writings marked on the curved blade, making it look more evil and demonic. Janshai just ignored Arth as he wiped the blood on the blade of his scythe. “How did you do that?!” Arth kept on asking. “When you called for your weapon earlier, it just blew me away! It’s like Alice’s staff that appears out of nowhere!”

He gives me a small smile of encouragement. With our promise, Lucifer picked up an ancient looking dagger from the Altar behind him, the blade glinting dangerously in the candlelight. Without a word, Lucas offered his hand to Lucifer who pressed the blade to his palm and cut through the skin. A deep wound appeared, blood welling up in his palm overflowing and falling to the floor. Lucas barely flinched as the blade pressed into his skin.