Scythe Death Novels & Stories

Then, before I could even react, Ethan was there. He grabbed the infected by the shoulder, yanking it back with incredible strength. With a swift, practiced motion, he drew his knife and stabbed it into the creature’s chest, twisting it for good measure. The infected let out a horrible, gurgling screech as it slumped to the ground, dead. I barely had time to breathe before Ethan’s hands were on me, pulling me out of the way. His grip was firm, his movements swift as he guided me toward the exit.

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?"

Castor shouts at Sathariel in a rage. I casually pick up a knife from the table and throw it at Castor, aiming for his ankle and perfectly hitting my target. He drops to the ground, crying out in pain as he clutches his ankle, pulling out the knife and tossing it as blood spurts across the floor. “Fucking bitch!” “Aww, and I thought you used to like fucking this bitch,” I pout. “I watched you kill Scythe,” says Sathariel, pulling my attention back to him as Castor’s groans of pain become nothing more than background ambiance. “I checked him myself,” Sathariel argues, completely oblivious to Castors distress.

Debbie chuckled and replied, "Because I'm a killer. Do you have to ask? It's for money, of course." Wilbur was silent. He knew he could not get any information out of her, so he stopped talking. Suddenly, a Death Scythe was formed in her hand. The Death Scythe was huge and menacing. It was ignited in spiritual flames with runes in it. A powerful spiritual pressure instantly spread when the weapon appeared. The Cooks were terrified. They breathed hard and kept backing away. Wilbur frowned and held the historical halberd tightly. Spiritual flames ignited on the historical halberd. However, his spiritual pressure was much weaker than Debbie's.

Since she wanted to try something, she toom it as a chance. Could it be possible for grim reapers to knock? She did heard that her kind can touch something when the clock strikes at three in the morning because that is where they get their bodies... or soul, be active. A small smile crept on her lips for the first time after two decades. To her surprise, Shane opened the door. "I see, it's you," She said. "Your time is up, Shane Hoseinzade. You lived wonderfully," She slashed her scythe on his neck but to her surprise, the scythe went through Shane and wasn't able to harm him.

While the dead ones are the humans who died and are now on their path to achieve godliness. Suyi slowly glanced at the window on her left and watched as creatures passed by. The quick development of her life had shaken her existence and made it hard for her to accept. But she knew too well that if she didn't start acting up now, she would miss a lot of things.

But I wasn't surprised; I expected this result. I pulled again and slashed a few more Scythes, but none of them was the real one. They all looked the same. I stood still, focusing to find him using anything at all—a heartbeat if he had one, his movements... just anything. "Tired already?" Scythe's dangerously deep voice cackled. "Every werewolf on earth must be wiped out. I have come, forming an alliance with the creatures of the night to have you all exterminated. Not even an alpha can stop me now. I'm invincible!"

A strange man holding a scythe and engulfed in black flames was standing a couple of meters from them, "Thank you for the meal.~" Before anyone could react, the guy who made the question was pierced in the chest by the scythe. Just before he was cut in half in a swift motion by the same weapon, and his soul was absorbed instantly. "RUN!" yelled David as he and Kevin started running towards the city, the other players recovered from their shock and started to run too, but they were very unlucky this time. The man seemed to vanish in the air and reappeared behind the players one per one, killing them and eating their souls, David looked behind as the final member of the newbies was devoured by

With its creepy smile and lustful eyes, she held her sword up where it turns into a death scythe. “It’s time to take what I came here for.” Whispering, but more like drawing a death call, she added. “I shall now take your very life.” Swaying the scythe fast and quickly as she could not do anything, but watch her demise unfold unto her eyes. Her soul is snatched away from her body as it glows into the prominent white glow and where she holds it in her hand while giggling and loving every dread and beat of her accomplishment.