Romans & histoires Scythe Cover

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.

Zadicus was back again to his mind. All the twelve relics were in his grasp. He had the whole control of the relics Zadicus was bleeding, losing his breaths as before he was a fifteen feet tall warrior. A knight in black armor with his face covered with a hood and a ripped red cape, holding an ancient maroon scythe with an obsidian in its middle, carved delicately to trap souls in it. “You look beat.” His deep husky voice came, holding his scythe while sitting on his throne, looking down at Zadicus but his face couldn’t be seen because of the shredded cloak over him.

I nod my head and rev the throttle and try to catch up with Mystique. She manoeuvres again, leaping over a barbed wire fence. Shit! I brake hard; the bike going up onto the front tyre as I land back down. Mystique is a blur of black as she runs. The convoy comes to a stop behind me. I dismount from the bike and look at the fence in front of me. “What’s the holdup?” Scythe says as he comes up to my side and I point to the fence. He groans and walks away.

The three moons were eclipsed by a single, massive silhouette. He didn't walk; he coalesced out of the shadows of the Siphon itself. Umbra, the Traitor Custodian. He looked like a jagged rip in reality—a human shape made of "Dead Pixels" and void-matter. He carried a scythe made of Anti-Resonance, a blade that didn't cut flesh, but erased the "Definition" of anything it touched.

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

Yet they hovering in the skey in circles like a child greeting his father after not seeing him for a long time or a courageous weakling warning the world from evil that has already comes, looking at those stupid feathered animals acting like this, a sudden idea take shape and a grim reaper with his scythe wearing a long black hoody, with some dark fog swirling around him. Inside the hoody, there is two bright green flames like eyes gazing at the horizon, while his bony fingers holding his scythe that look like a crescent moon with its edge that look like it being sharpened by a mountain, and its other wooding half looking filthy and old, a big contrast but being held by a creature that loo

It hurts. "It's done now. You can open your eyes, ma'am." She announced and I fluttered my eyes opened immediately. I couldn't see clearly as tears had already clouded my vision. I wiped it away with my other palm. Removing the tissue in my mouth, I sighed in relief. It doesn't hurt that bad anymore. Christabel took care of it and she plastered it.

“Yeah bitch I'm a gift to mankind you should know that,so you made me disappear just wow Cindy” “Disappear,I didn't do that ,seems like you have a lot of enemies not just me” “Yeah you didn't do that ,but you left me alone in the room with that obsessed micheal,you heartless animal” Scar said as she punched Cindy again. Cindy laughed blood staining her teeth. “Yeah,he was supposed to sleep with you and your videos posted on every social platform,that would have been a highlight” Scar scoffed. “So you drugged my drink,but you failed,and I disappeared and you stepped into my shoes effortlessly, because you have always been waiting,so currently you own the largest shares,and own Liet”