Scythe Death Novels & Stories

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,”

he places his hand on his chest, feigning confidence. "Conceded much?" I ask him boldly, cutting his sentence off and leaving my fear in the dust. He chuckles deeply causing my heart to clench, uncomfortably. My father is dead in front of me, a bullet wound to his head and here I am, laughing with a strange, 7-foot man who shouldn't be in my house. "Well baby, I'm death, nice to meet you," I know it was dumb, but I broke into laughter. "Yeah, and I'm Demeter now get out before I call the cops," I glance back over at my father as he lies in a pool of his blood.

‘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.

- Death - Gwyn shot icicles at Death like a machinegun while Lucius started spreading flames on the ground. Death spun his scythe to block the icicles and swung the scythe around his feet putting out the flames. The vampire rulers had Death pinned in a cycle of defense. Death decided to stand in the fire and throw his scythe at Gwyn. The scythe connected with Gwyn's face knocking her over. He took the opportunity and blinked, reappearing in front of Lucius.

He’s confident, skilled in his craft and wicked with war scythe. Zane uses a war scythe to harvest the souls to bring back to Death. It’s where the whole concept of the grim reaper's image comes from in the human world. It’s because they took the idea from Zane’s coven. Of course, at the time, they didn’t know. They thought it was all made-up shit in stories. Zane’s war scythe is a badass. The top part of the blade has jimppings as the blade curves toward where it meets the staff; it has black bone-like fragments sticking from it. On the bottom of the staff, there is a badass-looking skull.

In their black robes, faces hidden and holding the scythe to steal the souls of whoever skin they would graze. “What the…” They took a step back, contemplating the situation. And to worsen it, Katastrofi, stabbed his scythe on the ground, using another spell, “Dirge For The Dead.” The ground cracked and the souls of the fallen soldiers from previous wars began to emerge, rotten to nothingness as their skeleton was left. He not only brought angels of death but also an army of dead skeletons, tougher than a human being. To eradicate all of them, he was not holding back this time. Ready to eliminate them.

He doubles over, and I take the opportunity to land an elbow to the back of his neck making him drop to the floor. “Are you ready to die like your friend?” I ask. “Fuck you bitch. You can’t win against our army. Scàthach will triumph and you will all die.” “Ew, can we not do the villain monologue? It’s so annoying and cliché.” I say before I extend my claws and rip his heart out through his back. That was seriously badass and gross, all at the same time. Hey, he’s dead, his friend is dead, and Wyatt is dead. That’s all that matters.

He never gets the chance. Kieran appears between us without warning or ceremony. The men do not see a man. They see Death. Not a figure they can name. Not something human. Something final. This is what Death looks like when tenderness has been withdrawn. Kieran’s hand closes around the first man’s throat. Not to kill the body. To claim the soul. The scream cuts off as something essential is pulled free of him, taken cleanly away. The second man turns to run. Kieran turns his head.

[Amor’s POV] Nyx Scythe? Like the grim reaper’s scythe? “How do you know about the scythe?” Kaltain asked. “Do you really think all I had been doing in the past few years was play hide and seek with you and your lord? The magic that was used to bring night to this world wasn’t dark magic, even though it included living sacrifices. It was a curse. And Nyx Scythe is the only weapon gifted to the sorcizens by the god of death himself. That weapon can cut through and tear apart any curse…”