Novel & Cerita Scythe Death

They looked pitiable, lying there in different positions, grabbing their necks as something choked their lives away, just the way Jason had envisioned it. Jason’s uncle watched from behind them, terrified. In all his years on earth, he had never seen anything like this. It was too sweeping to be a coincidence; everybody could not just start choking to death. He saw the angry look on Jason’s face before Jason’s eyes rested on him and quickly retreated into the safety of his house. That was the last day the man went near Jason or his siblings. It was also the day Jason started seeing the ascian. No matter when he came out, no light could cast his shadow.

"Let me show you some of his first acquisitions. Then you can tell me if you believe in him as much as you do now. He's not who you think he is, and not fit for you either." "I don't want to hear anymore." Holly turned away. "Quix is Quix, and nothing you say will change that." "Then, let me show you," Death snapped his fingers and a globe appeared in his hands. Inside it was Quix wielding his scythe, and killing as he strode through a crowd. There was no pause, there was nothing but a deep laugh coming from the man she knew so well. "Quix," Holly whispered as she reached out. This couldn't be him. But the eyes that sparkled as he reaped the souls, those were his.

Instead, the system gave me a new notification. 'This body will die in three days, so you may return to your original world then.'

In Charles's eyes, I was never going to measure up to Arianna. Arianna, despite her guilt, looked at Charles with teary-eyed gratitude. Even now, he stood up for her. Vincent's gaze shifted toward Charles, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly in a mocking smile. "Move aside." Just then, the official reporters Vincent had invited arrived, with cameras poised to capture every moment. Vincent pulled out a document—my death report. "Sabrina Zayn passed away one week ago. The cause of death—" He paused deliberately, his eyes flickering ever so subtly in my direction.

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.

"Nothing you do will save you now, Mihnea. You hurt my mate, and I will kill you." The next moment the scythe is at Mihnea's neck, and power flows from Vladimir into the scythe. With a powerful movement of his wrist, the head of Mihnea rolls down, and fire comes out of his chest. Vladimir throws the body of Mihnea off of me. And like that, Mihnea dies. I see Vladimir falling, and I catch him before he hits the ground. I turn him and look at him. I try to hear his heartbeats, but his chest is silent.

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.