Scythe Death Novels & Stories

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.

Ryan asked. "I think so, but what about that guy that is walking towards us?" Lisa broke their fantasy and Reminded them. "Ok. I forgot about him. That's Death and he is stronger than a normal human being. Maybe Scarlett has 50 percent chance to defeat him." Ryan said. "What about All of us joined together?" Lisa asked. "All of us joined together cannot even defeat Scarlett" Mike reminded. "Do you think pulling a few strings can stop me, Everyone of you will die today" John Blaze asked laughing

I've been here the whole time singing you a song I will carry you ------------------------------------------ MIKAEL I blinked and sat up slowly, leaning against the headrest with a lot of effort. I stared at Death, unable to wrap my head around what he'd just said. I still couldn't process it. "What? Surprised?" Death said and vanished out of sight. He appeared on the couch, his scythe still in his grip. "I don't understand" I said and he sighed.

"You know why he remained cautious about his role as the new Angel of Death." Jay looked at the books on the shelf. "He only became the Angel of Death because the demon wolf refused the role. But everyone in the Kingdom knew that the Scythe of Death had chosen the demon wolf as its master." When Mira was about to kill Alistair at the alter two years ago, the Scythe of Death had chosen Mira as the new master, although the original owner was still alive. The scythe had abandoned Alistair, the first wielder, at his critical moment. That was why Mira was able to use the scythe's power to decapitate Alistair without much effort. Mira refused the role as the Angel of Death to live a mortal life wi

I say taking a sip of my water His surprise showed on his face, "No?" He asks "Death!" I shouted for my mate In the snap of a finger, he was standing beside me, "Mhm?" He looks at me "Can you like get your friend away from me please, this is harassment," I sigh taking another sip of my water "Ares," Death addresses the guy tiredly "How did she do that?" He asks Death "Well she's a Goddess and she already found her mate, so your magic doesn't work on her," Death tells him

I turned away from him and pointed my gun again at Lucas as I blankly said, "I don't care whether she is dead or alive and I don't care whether you'll live or die because for almost my whole life — you two were dead to me." With that said, I finally was able to pull the goddamned trigger. One bullet went through Lucas's head, penetrating into his skull, finally ending his pathetic existence. Its sound vibrated in the darkroom, left an echo behind as it hit the concrete walls. If possible, more darkness rushed in clouding my vision before it sank all the way to the marrow of my bones. His body jerked backward at the impact so I fired again and another bullet followed the same path. Just makin

My stepmother's words trailed off as a faint stench of decay wafted through the bulletproof door. Calvin's expression was grim as he reached out to Susan. "The key. Don't make me repeat myself." Susan's hands trembled as she unfastened a small key from her necklace... She had been wearing it as an accessory. Calvin snatched the key and rushed over to unlock the door. The moment the door opened, the stench of decay attacked everyone's senses. It was a strong, nauseating smell of death. The lights came on, and my corpse was exposed to everyone's eyes.

And here I was grabbing my stomach, trying to calm myself from the sickening feeling. ‎ ‎To my surprise, Kael let out a wholehearted laugh. "I lost again. Really, why can't you ever pretend to be triggered, I feel like a fool every time." ‎ ‎"Maybe because you are? Just saying." ‎ ‎So, getting a few facts straight, these two with the other one had something to do with the death of the VC. I didn't believe it at first but I'd heard from Sarah that there were three major organizations in the state who orchestrated devices in darkness but didn't conceal it entirely.

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.