Scythe Death Novels & Stories

“The star, it represented five realms. The scythes had many different stories. Some said the scythes are capable of killing any supernatural species. Some said the scythes belonged to one of Moon Goddess’s children she sent to Earth. The skull and hourglass are representing death. All these symbols, except for the star, representing the Grim Reaper. The crest was used by the Knights of Death, an ancient organization established to eradicate supernatural species.” With his trembling hands, he reached for his cup and drank it. Vincent watched as sweat escaped the unnamed man’s pores, and the sound of his heartbeat was irregular. Those weren’t such good signs. Not at all. “Are you okay?” he ask

Why would there be a cemetery inside a forest? He stepped inside and started looking around. Soon he realized that it had tombstones only of the Astley family. All the ancestors as far as they had known. As he walked forward, he could look at the recent ones. He realized the pattern and ran towards the end. As he had thought, he saw the tombstone of the last leader. Louis Astley. It was written that he had passed away 6 years ago. He started looking around it. He saw the tombstone of Catherine Astley as well, she had passed away with him. Ryan didn’t know how they had died but knew that it had something to do with the Scotts. But he couldn’t ask them anything; he was just an employee for the

They couldn't have been more than fifteen years of age and were both intelligent looking. "We are the new fates, brothers Jackson and Nowell and you two are Rai, the Grim Reaper and Sebastian, a Death & Life soul cultivator, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance," Jackson stated and presented his open hand to us as he stepped closer. Rai shook it first and said we needed to clean up the mess. "We will deal with it, you both enjoy your newly engaged selves," Jackson grinned. We both thanked them profusely and stood back as they waved their hands over the corpses and the bodies and blood all vanished.

If I lost that final memento, I would surely go mad. William extended his hand toward me. “Welcome, my new packmate.” I heard that after I left, Anthony was deposed. He spent his nights dreaming of his son, but he could no longer feel his presence. He claimed that I was heartless for not even telling him where our son’s grave was. He visited the oldest witch in the pack and finally learned that I had hidden Andrew’s resting place in the Icefields. One day, I saw Anthony dead before Andrew’s grave. He knelt within a strange circle, using the silver knife I had given him to stab his own heart.

I pull on his head and he squeals in fear. “Yes!! YES! I do.” he cries. “Where?” Caleb says, his hold tightening. “In my complex. The top floor, attached to my room.” “Thank you,” I say, placing my claws on his neck. “For that, you get a quicker death.” “This is for my family!” Caleb and I roar in unison as I swipe my claws across his throat and Caleb squeezes him tight until he goes limp in his arms. His hot blood stains my hands and his eyes go wide before the life drains from him. An eerily similar look to my father in his last moments. Caleb drops him and Clem wraps her arms around Caleb, holding him tight as the tears come for both of us. He reaches out for me, But I remain where I am.

Succubus asked. "She is a special person. Do you know the saying it takes a demon to catch a demon?" said Tyler. The succubus was staring at Tyler, and so was Tyler at the woman. Tyler can see fear in the eyes of the succubus. "Impossible ..." the succubus said. "Are you ready to die? They are done," said Tyler. The succubus looked at Kyra. Kyra's dagger was stuck in Carl's chest as one of Kyra's hands was holding his face while there was light coming from there. Carl's body gradually decomposed in a few moments until it turned to ashes and spread in the air.

I turned to see my mother collapsed against Jason. I helped him lift her up and the look of terror on her face is something I will never forget. “We need to go. Now.” Was all she said. Jason and I put her arms over our shoulders and walked her out of the stadium to the car. I turned to look back and honest to the Goddess I wish I never had. There, in front of the crowd stood Alpha Austin beating his chest holding something high for the crowd to see. I swallowed the bike that rose in my throat as recognition hit me. Hanging in his outstretched hand by the hair was my father’s head.

For a moment, the air froze. Xavier's eyes flashed with pure disgust as he gritted his teeth and spat out, "There you go again. You always use death to manipulate me! "You're like a plague, a demon, constantly reminding me about that countdown. God, I'm so sick of it. Honestly, you'd be doing the world a favor if you just died already!" I stood frozen in place, the chill sinking deep into my bones. Yvette leaned against his chest, letting out a soft sigh. Then, she cast a pitying glance at me as if looking at a hopeless lunatic. "Is she threatening you with death again?" she asked. Her voice was syrupy, but her words were like daggers.

Its hunger throbbed - dark, pulsing, wanting out. No. The Duskbane Grimoires were clear: the Scythe was a weapon of eclipse. Summon it under night, invite the darkness to consume the wielder's soul. A sun-weapon. Tonight, I was on my own. A metallic clink erupted from behind the practice dummies. I didn't turn. Didn't break stride. I sent a Threadbare filament behind me like a spider's web. It brushed something cold, hard, moving fast. "Ten of you," I murmured, voice low, aristocratic silk. "And here I thought the Shadow Syndicate had some pride left."

“And want to know another fact?” Elijah pulled out her knife from his wrist. After that, she crouched down on the floor and flipped the assistant at ease. She leaned into his ears and whispered. “The coated knife with the three ingredients can’t save any vampire. Including your lord.” The assistant’s eyes started to quiver, the blood spilled off his mouth. “And another fun fact, you will have a scorching fire death. Why? Because your core is melting as your death draws near. Good night. Sleep tight.” She rose to her feet. “May the horror visit you.”