Scythe Cover Novels & Stories

Sky He pauses mid-step, turning back toward me with slowness, his cane clutched tightly in his hand. My breath catches as he raises the cane to my neck. The cold tip presses against my skin, sharp and unyielding, making me flinch. Then, with a simple flick of his finger on a hidden button, a blade extends from the end of the cane. The tip now rests against my throat, its edge sharp enough to slice with the slightest pressure.

"Lucifer will kill her, please don't bring him here." Isis' eyes went white as she tried to use her powers to stop Skully from opening a portal for Lucifer. Zander tried to attack him, but the force field around him sent Zander slamming into the wall. "Hecate forged this scythe herself, and the ruby is a blessed stone from the fairy realm. It will take more than that to stop me, demon wolf," Skully cackled. He waved the stick, cutting a straight line down the middle of the air, and a door formed.

Ezekiel breathed out as he pulled the second fragment of the Sword of the Doombringer from the current owner. He pulled his sword and smiled at the level of destruction he had caused in this world. The Scythe of Death vibrated in his grip, but the power continued to flow smoothly as if Ezekiel's level of darkness was slowly catching up with the darkness that powered the Scythe.

Death's scythe became enshrouded in smoke. [Die!] He yelled, swinging his scythe with such strength that the air itself seemed to rip open. A large chunk of the pursuing force was cut in half by the invisible part of the attack. While those who had avoided it got covered in the black smoke. The demons that survived soon fell to the ground, suffocating. The sight held the enemy back.

“No! Angels don't exist, and if they did, they wouldn't abduct innocent girls and murder them with scythes they've got the hots for.” I sensed him smirk beneath the shadows of his cloak. Taking one last glance at his scythe, he snapped it up and swung the blade in a vicious arc. “Watch your neck, love!” he declared, scythe flying towards me. I ducked. He swiveled the blade so it swooped after me, like a hawk diving after its prey. I crashed to my knees, shielding my face from the oncoming blow. The cold metal sung as it sliced through the air, a heartbeat from my flesh-

This fixed scenario every time he visits is straining for his eyes. The butler opened the car door for them and his sister handed over the car key. The outside of the house is lively and bright, but entering the house is suffocating. A lot of eyes are watching as if with one wrong move then someone will shoot you. He doesn't doubt the security of the house but sometimes felt more disturbed about it. This austere and sultry atmosphere felt like you were a hostage and it’s concerning for Bram. This house reflects the man inside of it.

Number 50 was the rude stranger from before his weapon was the most breathtaking of all. Its stats were as follows:- Name: "Soulcutter" ‎Appearance: A dark, curved scythe with an ebony wood staff (6 ft long). Intricate silver etchings (like skeletal vines) crawl along the edge. At the base, a crimson gem glows faintly – said to pulse with every soul "harvested". ‎Stats: ‎- Damage: High melee + possible "soul drain" effect ‎- Range: Long sweep (hits multiple foes)

I was about to give up when my fingers brushed against something different. It was massive, bound in what looked like black, flayed skin, and heavy enough to make my muscles strain as I pulled it from its slot. It landed on the reading table with a heavy thud that sent a cloud of dust into the air. I wiped the grime from the cover, my breath catching in my throat. The title was embossed in faded silver script: Vampiric Death and Rebirth.

He’s confident, skilled in his craft and wicked with war scythe. Zane uses a war scythe to harvest the souls to bring back to Death. It’s where the whole concept of the grim reaper's image comes from in the human world. It’s because they took the idea from Zane’s coven. Of course, at the time, they didn’t know. They thought it was all made-up shit in stories. Zane’s war scythe is a badass. The top part of the blade has jimppings as the blade curves toward where it meets the staff; it has black bone-like fragments sticking from it. On the bottom of the staff, there is a badass-looking skull.

Tresicta came at her from the side scythe making contact with her cheek, but before she could just breeze past, she collided into her arm and she brought the powerful woman onto her back once again. Sapphire flipped back, almost taking the blade of her other scythe as it came out of the air. She couldn’t answer the questions of how things kept appearing when she heard it. Steel coming towards her and it went across her shoulder and so did another one over the other shoulder and beside both legs and she was bound.