Scythe Faraday Novels & Stories

"He'll be able to provide you with some coloured contact lenses that will disguise your eyes." Agony hesitated and then took the paper, quickly scanning the address before handing it back. He had an eidetic memory just like the rest of the Vârcolac. The vampire could simply have told him the details and he would have remembered them. His satisfaction rose higher too. It was clear that Faraday had made the decision to service his requirements so he shouldn't have to waste any further time convincing him.

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.

The shadow collar on my neck tightened, a cold, possessive tether that dragged my soul toward the furnace of his energy. ​I stepped into the corridor. The air was thick with the scent of ozone and salt. With a flick of my wrist, the violet Scythe materialized. It didn't just appear; it tore through the air, humming like a live wire connected to a heart that had finally started beating again. ​I didn't feel fear. I felt a dark, intoxicating hunger.

Every instinct screams at me to turn back to the safety of the bridge. The canopies of the remaining pods suddenly open, exposing my companions still in hibernation, utterly unaware of the impending danger. The monitors have either malfunctioned, or this is a safety device. I force myself not to panic as my breathing becomes labored from the lack of oxygen. I have almost reached Beth. She stares up at me, and I can see relief in her eyes. There is no time to consider the consequences. I rip out her tubes and remove the restraints. Globular clusters of blood and fluid float upward to the widening fracture and disappear. Beth stretches out a hand, “Skye, help me,” she whispers.

thanatos explained as a scythe with a chain handle materialized from thin air heading directly towards the phantom. Bang the scythe has connected to nothing since just as it was about to came in contact with the phantom the phantom disappeared but some how it made a sound like it connected to something before retracting back. . After the phantom disappeared it appeared again but this time a little bit far from Takamatsu, it has actually noticed Isekai's presence when Isekai ran out of the house but has never noticed thanatos , he has only dodged the scythe because of his premonition and has not even noticed it when it was swung towards him.

… Does it have to get any worse than it already is? “Caden. I have missed you” She said as she hugs me. “When did you get here?” I ask. She wasn’t meant to be back until around next month. “The council members had a meeting and decided that I should be released early” She explained. “If she touches a single hair out of that of my mate, I won’t hesitate to kill and shed her into pieces” Liam said. “Point taken” I told him. “Forgive my manners. Tracy meet my mate Riley. Riley, this is one of my childhood friends Tracy” I said introducing the two to one another.

but human again. I didn't choose the "Fantasy." I raised my hand, and the Red Blood in my veins turned into a **Scythe of Raw Data**. "I'm not 'Content,'" I told Marcus. I swung the scythe. I didn't hit Marcus. I hit the **Tablet**. The glass device shattered into a million pieces. The "Administrator Mode" vanished. Marcus was no longer a "Producer." He was just a man in a white suit, standing in the middle of five billion angry "Glitches."

“Since it’s all headed the same way, then we should all simply throw ourselves into your fire and burn? Did I get that right?” Freya turned and took a half step towards Orsethii, which caused the drogar to jump to the side defensively. She sensed a shift in energy, as though the bridge around her turned sharply cold. Then she watched as the ink-black lines on Freya’s face seemed to flow away. They shrank down and receded behind her pressure suit as though they went elsewhere, downwards. It was only a second later when Freya’s fingertips appeared to lengthen to sharp, blackened scythes that tapered down to needle-like points.

Aleister wondered out loud, clearly impressed by the witch's armory. Ruby pressed a certain button on the wall and the shelf lined with knives separated like a sliding door presenting a variety of scythes. There was a scythe entirely made out of fishbone, there was an ill-proportioned one with a heart-shaped ruby and thorns, he saw another scythe where the blade is completely made out of ice making him wonder how it hadn't melted yet, one impressive scythe had a golden handle styled as a dragon and from its mouth protrudes a crimson metal. The weapon bore great power and he can feel it merely by looking at its blade. Aleister then noticed a black scythe that made shivers run up his spine. Th

Taylor nodded quickly and went to pass the message. When he returned, he was just in time to see Frederic spring up from his bed like a zombie. Then, Frederic spat out a black heap of unidentified substance. Faye quickly inserted two more needles into his back. Frederic shuddered, lowered his head again, and vomited two more times. In his last vomit, he spat out an entirely black parasite, slightly bigger than a thumb. The scariest part was the parasite was still wriggling after leaving Frederic's body.