Scythe Faraday Novels & Stories

He looked intimidating. Electric currents danced along the scythe like wild silver snakes that emanated a thrilling electrical energy. Victor was very pleased with the scythe and felt a tinge of gratitude for the mutated mechanical rat. After all, a tiny creature like that managed to drop such a massive weapon. It was quite a feat. Although the war scythe was merely fine-grade, Victor was content. He knew that getting a piece of fine-grade equipment at the start of the apocalypse was already a massive stroke of luck.

He lunged, moving with a jerky, unnatural speed. I dove into the dirt, the void-blade whistling inches above my head and shearing a massive cedar trunk in half like it was dry straw. I rolled, my "wolfless" body feeling heavy and slow, but my mind was operating at the speed of a supercomputer. "Aris! The Faraday-Smoke!" I shouted into my comms. "He’s using the city’s old frequency to stabilize the graft! I need a Magnetic-Spike on my coordinates!"

A deep hum vibrated through the air. Suddenly, Scarlett staggered. Her soldiers froze, confused. Then one by one, they dropped their weapons and collapsed, spasming as their implants fried. “What—what have you done?” Scarlett gasped, falling to her knees. “Reset,” Freya whispered in awe. “She’s erasing the command hierarchy.” “The virus is working,” Liam said. Scarlett clawed at the ground, blood trailing from her nose. “You… will regret this…” “No,” I whispered. “You will.”

Without touching high voltage with bare hands, he pressed his left palm onto the bioelectromagnetic induction panel, pushing his residual viral strain into active resonance. A surge of bioelectromagnetic energy pulsed through the faltering shield. Sweat beaded his brow. Veins beneath his collar tensed. Nerve endings screamed in silent agony. The Faraday cage stabilized, snapping back into place. The cryogenic pod was enclosed, sealed tight. Simultaneously, Vivienne’s fingers danced across the physical supercomputer terminal. With darknet’s highest privileges, she issued direct commands to near-orbit family military satellites. No countdown—instant execution.

Garfield shrugged, “Now I can focus helping you out.” K Whatever closed her lip and her eyes before she responded, “Let me rest first. This energy sucking scythe is f*cking annoying.” Their scythe needs energy to operate. When someone uses a scythe, if they allow oneself to get depleted, the next thing the scythe would suckle if there was no energy available would be their soul. Additionally, sleep helps them regain the energy they lost throughout the battle. Garfield simply nodded without disputing. Sleeping next to her in the ground, the sun finally rose to the sky disturbing their rest when the sun rays hit their closed eyes. K Whatever sat up and yawned after few minutes of rest.

Neil’s growls and snarls filled the air. Neil’s fingers turned to claws, and he slashed at the shadow, splitting it into two thick lumps, but almost immediately, the split shadow reconnected a distance away from him. The shadow moved again toward Neil. Neil stooped as Scythe pounced back with thick, more massive shadow behind him. Neil, who seemed to be accumulating power, exploded with a violent wave that crashed into Scythe and split him into a thousand pieces of shadow, dispersing across the field.

“Enough to keep my guard towards you. Having the thoughts of ending your life here and right now. A thing that you might be a treat to the Maiden, yet you are still the known sister of the Scorpio’s holder.” “I see.” Farah gains the information that she needed and fast. Fully aware of her position and the place that she should be. The things that are currently present in front of her and the ones that are needed to be presented for the truth. “Farah.” She started, now with the meaning of the name that falls for someone else rather than herself. “This is her vessel, the one that she offers to me to use the night of the slater and a bit of my stupidity.”