Scythe Death Novels & Stories

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.

I gasped, still curled up in a fetal position. The smoke formed a man who was wearing a black leather hoodie, t-shirt and pants. I couldn't see his face because of his hoodie. A scythe appeared and he grabbed it with his left hand. My blood ran cold when I finally recognized the scythe. Only one being possesed that scythe and that being was Death.

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

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.

Friends at the top saw this and were going to come help. "But I was too weak... my grip began to slip and before I knew it, she holding on by finger tips. She begged me not to let go. I tried to use my other hand to get a better grip. My other hand was sweatier and so she slipped. The fall killed her instantly." Ashleigh closed her eyes at the thought. She opened them again and looked at the man beside her. "I'm sorry," she said. Richard looked at her with a small smile, "It's alright." He looked his hands and let out a sigh. He then asked, "Wait... what are you doing here?"

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.