Scythe Death Novels & Stories

He thought I was being utterly unreasonable, so I walked out of the house. Every time we argued, I would give him the cold shoulder for several days. He assumed I was doing the same thing this time. Alas, he didn't know that I was dead. Just moments ago, to help Gina avoid paying for her crime, he sliced me up, emptied my organs, and turned them into specimens! … To remove all evidence of the crime from the laboratory, Nathan used a special chemical reagent to clean the entire place. Soon, the laboratory looked as good as new. It was as if nothing had ever happened.

Connor's face turned as pale as paper as he collapsed into a chair. I drifted to his side and whispered softly, "Are you satisfied with how this turned out?" … When Connor pried open Vivian's door, she froze for a moment before putting on a concerned expression. "Is there news of Sylvia?" Her voice remained sweet, her eyes still innocent. "She's dead." Connor's tone held no emotion. "Someone hacked off her limbs with a silver dagger, forced wolfsbane down her throat, and tortured her for at least two hours." Tears had already begun to slide down Vivian's cheeks. "No, that's impossible. Connor, don't scare me like that."

It was he who had made me give up on living. Marcus suddenly slammed his fist into the steering wheel of his car. The sharp sound of the horn was like a cry of pain that came too late. He had killed me. With his blindness, his selfishness, his misplaced loyalty, he had killed the woman who loved him more than her own life. While Marcus tortured himself with these realizations, he had no idea that Ethan was already ten steps ahead. Ethan had hired the best private investigators money could buy. They had obtained all the evidence of Dr. Sullivan and Celeste's private conspiracy.

Now she was a pile of mangled flesh lying in the morgue. I turned and went back inside, locked the door, and slid down against it until I was sitting on the floor. My phone vibrated. "Backup slots are full. In the next cycle, death cannot be transferred." The next day, the sun came up, and the world went on as usual. Except for Unit 703. There was still no movement. I washed my face and looked at myself in the mirror. The scratch at the corner of my eye was still there. It was thin, narrow, and capped with a faint scab.

he think he needs explanation from Zhang fei fei. seriously he really hate stressing his brain thinking about some grand plot of other gods, what has always matter to him is to kill. the scythe headed directly toward Zhang fei fei forehead as Fei Fei who seem to be expecting this raise his hand using his finger to point at the scythe tip creating something like invisible wall. "you tricked me twice you ungodly piece of sh...t" Tthanatos voice rumbled all over the foggy world, he hasn't appeared yet.

And the only reason she knew that was because she watched that animation. This, however, was different, when Toph attacks, her opponents are still alive after each hit, but not in this case. Several sharp edges of rocks were created, and bodies were actually hagging from them. It looked like Vlad the Impaler's front yard, but this was not the heads of his enemies it was the actual bodies. The ground absorbs the blood flowing out from their hanging bodies. Serena’s inside was quaking with fear as the understanding of his nickname “Death” took a whole different meaning. He was Death, and from the looks of the bodies impaled on those rock stakes, he earned it.

Rei took a few steps closer to Troy and Briar. Putting his hand on Rei’s arm he whispered in his ear and Rei visibly calmed down. “You realize there are 3 wolves right outside her window, and the big guys are right downstairs waiting my signal. He’s not getting anywhere with Briar. I promise.” Scythe told Rei. “Fine. It’s your show. Go get her. I’ll hold back for now.” Rei replied. “Good, now Rei, please back up, you don’t want any this.” Scythe pushed Rei behind him as he started to release his aura. A low to the ground mist started curling around Scythe until it manifested a scythe like weapon with incredible reach.

I turned to Shantelle who had no reaction and was just looking at me while smiling. I turned to see a remaining vampire. Looked at me with fear. The wind got stronger causing my hair to fly which made his eyes widen even more. "A Peratia," he said. He screamed when Shantelle shot him in the leg and Adrian finished the man while I was frowning because I couldn't understand what Dervy said. Shantelle came to me. "Oh my gosh! You managed to kill a Dervg! Congratulations!” Shantelle greeted me happily.

Aunt Drucella added. “They serve only one master, their creator_ they become mindless and eventually die when their creator is killed.” “This is what killed Scurv.” Greg says. “Hang on, I thought Scruv died from a fever.” I look at Greg still trying to process everything. “He didn't, his eyes turned black and blood came out of every hole in his body before he died all within a few hours after our meeting__no fever kills that quickly, and in that manner.” “He had a deep scratch on him that day.”

There was nothing special about this one except for its violet blade and the chain connected on its lower part, in fact, the bat styled purple one that she usually wields is more glamorous but the aura this certain one released was very terrifying like death itself looking you straight in the eyes. "Hey, Ruby, what's up with this one? Is it just me or does this scythe feel like extremely bad news?" he asked pointing to the violet one. "Well you have keen senses, but I guess that is a natural response to seeing Azrael. This blade has the ability to slay immortals into oblivion, no heaven or hell just nothingness, and I guess it can kill even myself." Ruby replied. "You've used it before?"