Scythe Death Novels & Stories

Heh- "But there are some shocking news too. Do you know any of his family members?" "They... They are all dead." "Ohh... I'm sorry about that." "What are the shocking news, doctor?" "The... um, his death... we couldn't have done anything at all for him even if there was a chance of him surviving." "What do you mean?" "His internal organs. They are gone." What'd he say? "Gone? To where? How?" "They... I presume they exploded." ...Say what now?!!!

He can feel someone touch his face until he loses complete consciousness. “Mom… Kara, Mara…” he called until he completely gave in. Those three words are his last words before he died as if he was trying to call his family. After a minute, the guy who is in front of Fletcher’s dead body, slowly stands on the ground and puts his hands on his pocket. “Clean this mess. And also, prepare the records for his shipment,” he ordered his men. “Yes sir!” his men answered in chorus. He smiled a bit then took his cellphone from his pocket.

Ambrose's blank expression twisted into a wicked grin, despite the vein popping in his forehead and his white knuckles that held the rope back from his throat. Rhae grinned wickedly in response and held out her hand, still covered in white flame. Icran's face fell with the fire that dropped to the ground. He watched it form a flaming trail that melted the concrete. Before he could react, it reached his feet and enveloped him. With a feral scream, Icran was finally ashes. Gone. Dead. He was dead. It was over.

The bodyguard rushed toward Everly and was able to grab her hand in time. "Ms. Hilton, please don't do this. We won't be able to answer to Mr. Synder if you die." "Fuck off. I don't care about that. I'll never be his match when I'm alive. I'll definitely haunt him and all of you after I die." Everly's voice was very loud. It didn't sound like she was a dying person at all.

She began to think back to when she used to live alone. Before meeting Brayden on the elevator that fateful day, she rolled her eyes at the thought of that day. However, prior to Brayden she used to come to Gino’s quite often. She missed it. Even still, She missed Brayden more than her life without him. She had always thought of the Death Contract as some sort of a curse but now that she was done with it she wished she wasn’t. Meredith sighed and took a swig of a local IPA and finished up her meal before she headed home for the night.

It was looking for an opportunity to stop Adrian and Rozi's joint attack. The black scythe emanated with an air of death. It felt even colder than the air around them. A faint black aura could be seen around the scythe, seemingly made out of a singular soul locked within. The soul shrieked and wailed in pain. The scythe thirsted for human life, and it would lock the soul it reaped within itself for an eternity of suffering.

Ripper hands me my guns and I take them and check them before I leave the clubhouse with Rebel and Dante behind me. I kiss them both and take Rebel’s face in my hands and look into her honey coloured eyes. “We will find who did this and they will wish for death,” I say to her, her hands placed over mine. I place my forehead against hers, closing my eyes to centre myself. “Can’t have the reaper without his Scythe.” She whispers, and I open my eyes and look into hers. She knows who I am and what I am capable of. They don’t call me Scythe for nothing. The instrument of the Reaper. The instrument of death.

I wipe off blood from my nose and snap it back in place “Last chance, tell me where to find that bastard and you might be alive to rebuild” “Don't underestimate me just because you were able to land an attack on me” blood drips from her face and she slowly walks to me Death Scythe emerges from my shadow and floats beside me before I grip it firmly and run to her. I perform a front thrust, pushing Death Scythe to her face but Madame Abigail steps to the side and i turn it over making the blade curl behind her and then pull it back fast

When our whole family saw the death timer for my sister will end on her sixteenth birthday, she became the most important person in the family. She suddenly took priority in everything, from food to dresses, and even bedtime stories. I felt for her, but I was also jealous that she was given everything. However, a day before her sixteenth birthday, my parents locked me up in the storeroom in fear that I would make a mess of things. I kept hammering the door, crying, "Mom, let me out! I'm having a fever, and my head hurts!" Mom didn't believe me. "Just stop! Your sister will die in just a day, and you're playing sick to gain our sympathy?! Don't you understand anything?!" "No…" I tried m

But before she could think further, a heavy dark smoke appeared in front of her out of no where unexpectedly. This stunned her, as she glanced at the smoke and gasped. She couldn't say anything, cause she was shocked. She only saw the heavy dark smoke, forming and suddenly metamorphing into something like a dry skeleton, in a long dark robe, holding a long scythe. Anita couldn't comprehend what that was, but she was too distressed to care or freak out. " Rrrhhh." A dry breath flowed out from the smoky figure, who was a grim reaper. With it long robe and scythe, it moved closer to Anita, aiming to take away the rest of her soul...