Scythe Death Novels & Stories

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

"The systems are connected. There's no mistake. She passed away in a hospital just a few kilometers from your house. Four days ago. Aren't you her husband? Why are you only looking for her now?" That sentence hit everyone like a hammer to the chest. Dead? David's legs gave out, and he collapsed to the ground. Thomas stood stiffly in place, murmuring, "Her phone was off… because… she's already gone…" "Who did this to her?!" Marlene lunged forward, grabbing the officer's arm, her voice breaking. The officer coldly replied, "Cause of death: acute liver failure. She had taken high doses of painkillers. Her organs failed rapidly."

Constantine pulled out the pike, stood up and staggered to where Syd were, Kicked his jaw and his hands went to hold his jaw, he rammed the pike into his balls. “Arghhhh!” Syd screamed and even that one got to me, there are different degrees of pain but Syd’s shout was very different, it was not just about the fact that death was close there was more to it that I couldn’t figure out. Constantine removed the pike and stabbed Syd’s throat but as he did, he didn’t see that Declan had sneaked up on him and just as he was about to get up his neck snapped and Declan ripped off his neck.

“Alone. Against all of us.” “Alone.” I confirmed. “You seven. The guards. The executioners.” I spun the scythe, the blade gleaming. “Still, I think I’m at an advantage.” “Kill him!” ordered the white-haired elder. The guards advanced. The first died before taking two steps. My scythe cut through the air in a violet arc, and he fell, his chest open. The second tried to flank me, but my tail intercepted him, the arrowhead point burying in his eye. The third raised a crossbow with silver darts, I dodged the first dart, the second, and on the third I threw my scythe, which spun in the air and buried itself in his chest.

The cold metal sung as it sliced through the air, a heartbeat from my flesh- “There,” he said softly. I felt the blade kiss my skin, light as a feather, and then its touch disappeared. Reeling, I opened my eyes and gazed up at him in terror. The scythe was gone. His chthonic laughter shook the ground like disembodied thunder. I collapsed to my hands and knees. “This isn't funny at all,” I sobbed. Tears burned my eyes. I wiped snot from my nose. “You're heartless and sadistic.”

The photos. The recording. The report. Soon, all of it would reach Adrian. But not yet. Not here. Not while I was still close enough to be found. My assistant turned slightly in the front seat. “Ms. Vale, your flight boards in an hour. Should I shut down the old number?” I looked out at the fading line of New York and placed my hand over my stomach. “Yes,” I said. “Turn it off.” Scarlett Moretti died at her wedding. Stephanie Vale took her unborn child and her future with her. He deserved neither.

I won't be able to take care of you in your old age…' Just before my consciousness fully faded away, a hand abruptly dragged me out of the lake. Coughing violently, I vomited up the water trapped in my throat. Eventually, I was able to look at the person who pulled me out. It was Laura, my mother in this world, and my first target to win over. Blazing with fury, she slapped me across the face. "Leon Sawyer, is Ivan's happiness that upsetting to you? He finally found his happy ending, and you want to die! Are you trying to ruin him by causing a scandal?"

Granted, Jamie and Christian had done experiment after experiment on tissue samples to try to find something that could kill a Hybrid and had continuously come up short, but they probably didn’t know there was a chance scandium could kill her--or who knows what other elements the Vampires might’ve put into that explosion. Brandon was growing more desperate in his rock moving, shouting and cussing at people to come and help. A lot of the wounded were healed now, the Healers having done their best. Jo looked over her shoulder and saw Scott and Cale both kneeling next to Ping. Scott saw her staring and slowly shook his head. “Anyone else?” she asked him through her IAC. “No, he’s the only one,”

‘It can’t be?’. He thought while looking difficulty up in frond, and what greet him is to bulging red light like eyes staring at him, his claw like fingers was raised clutching air, while his other hands holding the scythe, so he freaked out, his eyes looked sideway at his ex-geezer self than he embrace the fact that he is dead and now he is in his soul form, but the being in frond of him still standing maybe amused by his reaction.

Oh my gosh, I think I love her already. I cheered Sophia again and shouted her name so that she would have the strength to continue beating Death, but I was stoned when the man suddenly swung the iron handle of his scythe towards Sophia's stomach. The latter flew into the air and violently fell on the suspended air. Come on, it’s a foul. Women should be loved, not hurt. Death approached Athena who was now seductively lying on the floor and seemed inviting the man to lie down next to her. The woman placed her hand on her thigh and then lifted the hem of her torn dress.