Scythe Death Novels & Stories

He smirked as he took out a knife and pointed it towards the speeding up angel of death. "DEATH!" Fate shouted. Lucus couldn't change his path so suddenly and neither could he stop at once at such a high speed. "The scythe!" Fate shouted. Ethan stood behind Kurosava and held back the knife. The scythe passed right through Kurosava's chest, into Ethan's stomach and hit the floor. Everyone was shocked to see what had happened. Kurosava smiled as he looked at Death who was dumbstruck himself "In the end, victory... was mine" He chuckled as he touched the scythe with his blood covered hands and closed his eyes peacefully. His body turned to Ashes and disappeared.

The content now included an image of a scythe, similar to the one held by the Grim Reaper. "What does this scythe mean?" Austin asked, his brow furrowed. Ezra's eyes flickered with fear. "This is the Death Scythe, symbolizing the harvesting of lives. In the Shadow Web Syndicate's assassination orders, if a Death Scythe appears, it means that a top assassin from the Death List has taken an interest. Each scythe represents one top-tier assassin from the Death List." Austin's pupils contracted sharply. He suddenly understood why Ezra, usually so unflappable, was so visibly shaken.

His hair was the color of ash, and his eyes—milky, pupilless orbs—fixed on me with a sickening familiarity. ​"Kaelen," Julian hissed, his silver veins flaring to a violent brilliance. "I watched you burn." ​"Death is a very loose concept on this island, Doctor," Kaelen replied, his voice like dry parchment rubbing together. He didn't look at Julian. He looked at me. "Elowen. My darling Scythe. You look... confused. Has our dear Julian forgotten to tell you who you really are?" ​I stepped out from behind Julian’s shield, the violet Scythe igniting in my hand. "I know who I am. I’m the one about to take your head."

"Life has a funny way of surprising us." As they drove towards Harry's house, the conversation took an intriguing turn as Scarlett recounted her encounter at the wedding. Zayn and Viggo listened intently as she described meeting a lycan scientist and researcher. "He was really knowledgeable about lycans," Scarlett explained, her voice carrying a mix of fascination and contemplation. "He told me about a unique case he studied. The lycan he examined was found dead, and the cause of death was quite peculiar." Zayn's curiosity was piqued. "How did he die?"

I can't release a soul that isn't present but I can at least pay my respects to the dead. I resumed my walk but was stopped as the blade of the scythe cut into my side. I put pressure on the new wound until I felt my feet kicked out from under me. I landed hard on my right shoulder, crying out from the unexpected pain. The scythe landed right next to my left ear as the angry skeleton started to flesh out.

Death is watching with bored eyes as I land in front of him. His scythe is in his hand, and there looks to be something caught on it. As I get near, he yanks it off, wiping his hands on his black robe. "Sorry, sometimes the souls get stuck on my scythe." he said sheepishly, and I blink before I realize what he's saying. "What are you doing here?" I asked, watching as the space around us turns clear, with only a slight fog.

I THOUGHT I WAS PREPARED TO SEE THAT, BUT IT WASN'T THE CASE. I should have seen it coming. It wasn't as shocking as Avy's death, but still. Daisuke Maël Maximillian. The great Prince between the greatest. It was his dagger that killed me. I don't know exactly how it happened. How I got attacked, but it was his dagger and pretty much his doing. But the worst part is: I'll die in two years.

"Your scythe is different from other mystical weapons, you cannot be possessed by the spirit. As for your scythe, as a weapon wielded by the Angel of Death, it has its own way of being contacted by those who wish to possess its power." "Isn't it the same way you gave this weapon to be the first time?" “That method can only allow you to use its power. However, since you also want your soul to unite with the soul in your scythe just like Reinhard did before with the demon soul that inhabits his rifle, then there is only one way.” "What's that?" "You have to taste the death." Bathump~ ... Alexis, who had not stopped talking, was now silent. Very nervously, Alexis swallowed her saliva and asked

Kyle saw her and his eyes widen a bit as he now raised his own sword to block her own, but Kyra brought down the sword with such power that it cut his sword into half. Kyle was shocked and he looked at his sword, and then at Kyra in wonder. In that moment, he moved his eyes and looked at the trail of dead bodies, and he knew indeed that she was the death warrior. Bathilda got hit and she fell on her knees, groaning weakly and her body in severe pains. She looked towards Kyra and saw her fighting Kyle, the one they needed to take down. Seeing how they had managed to wipe every vampire of his coven, she knew in the end, it would be a fight between the two leaders, and then the vampire she was

YOU CAN SPOT a man who’s seen the reaper countless times in his undying life by the sheer nonchalance they’d have while staring a barrel point-blank in the eye. The scythes of the rowing psychopomp never took it to them to carry this man towards the afterlife to prevent the screams of the perished ceasing to sing about pain, but rather fear. For even as Albert held the Glock at Pierre’s face, his own sweat gave him away while the terminator made literally one shudder from the gunner. That made Albert totally recall his arms as he tried to stay potent.