Scythe Cover Novels & Stories

I saw his eyes flutter then squint at Scalpel who flashed a small smile at him. “Don’t forget the disc” Scalpel looked at me then pulled it from the padding in the box “it has to go in side of each shoulder. Make sure you feel it pop.” The silver disc had a dark blue centre and a long, thin needle poking out from the bottom. Scalpel rolled Torch over towards me so that he could rest the needle against his skin before he slammed his hand down onto it. Torch yelled out, his eyes snapping open as his metal fingers flexed in response. He groaned then started to sob.

0064: The New Nightingale 0065: SIDE STORY PART ONE 0066: SIDE STORY PART TWO _______ Arc 3: Reaper's Scythe Is A Scissor?! Update: Ongoing "Yow! Sinful soul, how about you behave for a little while for my scythe to bring you to the underworld peacefully?" I grinned as I took out my grim kiddie size scissors with the host's favourite cartoon character. The soul I encountered was flabbergasted at first but then started to laugh after, "Pft! You call that a scythe? What? You gonna rip my soul or cut my hair instead?! I bet that's safety scissors only enough to cut a paper! Hahaha!"

“Scythe of the Seventh, come to your master.” From the darkness above, an even darker shape fell to the ground and I reached out to touch it. It felt cold to the touch and the shadow dissipates to reveal a huge scythe, several times taller than I am. I pick it up and swung it around, testing the weight. It feels a little bit heavy, but nothing that I can’t handle. I twirl it above my head and rush at him, sweeping low and going for his torso. A large hand clamped down on the scythe with incredible speed, jolting me forward into a fist. I block, but I feel my bones crack under the intense force.

"Fine. You want to see who owns the space? I’ll show you." I grabbed the black gesso and a thick palette knife. I smeared a jagged, dark silhouette right down the center of the cap—the unmistakable, hooded curve of a Reaper’s scythe. It was messy, raw, and looked like it had been carved out of the night. Then, before the black could even dry, I snatched the tweezers from Jax’s hand. I began pressing the delicate, shimmering gold leaf directly over the top of the scythe, forming a sharp, intricate crown that sat atop the Reaper’s hood.

“Do you know why? Because she doesn’t drain me. She feeds me. Just as I feed her. We are symbiosis. We are balance. We are what the books never predicted.” “The Council… the Council will want to know about this…” “The Council will find out soon enough.” I tilted my head. “And it will learn.” I extended my hand to the side, and the air tore open in violet and silver. My black scythe slid out of the pocket dimension, the ebony handle fitting perfectly in my palm. The curved blade gleamed, ancient runes pulsing in shades of violet. The leader looked at the scythe. Then at me. “That is… a scythe of death…”

"I know we need to leave. But would you mind if I...?" "Take your time," he said, rising. "I'll be in my room. Come for me when you're ready." He left, and I was alone with the quiet and the heavy book. I slid it closer, its stiff cover groaning in protest. The first page I turned to held a chillingly precise ink illustration of a "Silent Scourge." The text described a skeletal horror with unnervingly long, scythe-like claws. Though deaf, it could sense the faintest whisper of mana, possessed blinding speed, and had vision that far surpassed any mortal's.

The Deviuture flipped its wings ,and as those humongous wings rose and fell , its impact hit Chelsea and Ron like a hurling cyclone - it slammed against their backs and Chelsea felt that she and Ron will almost be thrown thousands of feet away . By the time Chelsea got her footing back on the ground it was too late - The deviuture was again spreading its wings , readying itself to pierce the both of them . " Protect yourself ! " said Chelsea summoning her double headed scythe , her most dangerous weapon , the scythe was completely pure white except for the two blue gems that were inlaid on the centre of both the end of its rod . White fumes rose from its blades and the surrounding grass slow

“But you...you have possibilities.” Scy tensed, but Mathin caught his arm and squeezed in warning. Not yet. Scy subsided, but tension radiated from him as he sighted his laser rifle on their brother. Mathin’s hands were occupied with the coil of rope that would give them access to the room below.

I let the door click shut slowly, only to feel the blood drain from my body as my knees nearly buckled. I stood less than a foot from a zombie with its hands cupped over its mouth, muffling its barely audible wheeze. It was the old man, his coat mostly gone—only the right sleeve of his gray puffer remained. Bites and deep gashes covered his body, black veins spider-webbing around every wound. A cold hand gripped my shoulder, making me jump so hard my stomach cramped. I whipped around to see Trey silently shushing me as he pointed at the sled. One of our blankets was wrapped around the metal skates.

11 | A B O U T W E R E W O L V E S ( P A R T 1 ) *** After all the preparations were finished, Alexis stepped out of her room. In her right hand held the handle of a scythe that was bigger than her own body. Alexis supports the scythe on her back while one free hand plays her fingers on her phone screen. The girl is still curious about things that make men less excited. While diving in internet searches, the girl continued to walk towards the back of Damien's magnificent mansion that she had been living in.