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No one would suspect you and they would usually talk and act recklessly in front of you. “The weapon,” It was a scythe. A retractable scythe that could tear heavy metals like paper and pierce through anything even the soul. Using it, they can open treasures long-buried and kill anyone like nobody's business. It's a precious little thing. And it's in the rightful and very capable hands. Me. •••

He, like me, doesn’t want to hurt Vittoria, not after she has just made herself known. Scythe and I enter the bedroom. We have gotten a lot closer over the last few days. He is a good guy and a demon in bed. The man can suck a lemon through a garden hose. We haven’t all done anything together yet and I can see Rebel is needing a release. She has already had sex with me back in the club. But she has never done anything like that with Scythe.

I also read that they were the authors of mischief, they don't reproduce and they die by getting pierced by sharp objects or by getting exposed to the sunlight. An hour after I had gone through different sites, I was left in awe. Vampires were myths but I saw one for real. One who didn't get burned by the sunlight and was otherworldly gorgeous. I scratched my hair from the confusion of it all. Deciding I was going to take my mind off everything that had to do with the mythical creature, I opted to working out till dawn. I went to my mini gym situated on the ground floor of my house and I got on my treadmill and started it.

He dialled a number and as soon as it was picked, he said, “Come in here now.” In just a few minutes, the leader of the warriors knocked and was told to come in. “If they can find the exact place where they found me, the pit Vee is, is not too far from there.” Scott said to them and Alpha Marcus couldn't help but to stare at him, amazed by his smartness, despite the fact that he was so young. “But hold on a second, what pit is he talking about?” Alpha Marcus asked his Beta, a bit confused, not sure of what Scott just talked about.

he said, stepping forward. Rogen stretched an arm out to retrieve the paper, only taking a pause to give Lilith some water when she started coughing again. “You promised me the throne of Bloodied-Fang, not just your love. Take the Luna out and weaken the Alpha from grief. When I take him out, the pack would fall into your hands, and we can rule side by side.” The content of the letter made my blood run cold and I froze in silence. “I… I have never seen that letter before,” I stuttered.

“Do you know why? Because she doesn’t drain me. She feeds me. Just as I feed her. We are symbiosis. We are balance. We are what the books never predicted.” “The Council… the Council will want to know about this…” “The Council will find out soon enough.” I tilted my head. “And it will learn.” I extended my hand to the side, and the air tore open in violet and silver. My black scythe slid out of the pocket dimension, the ebony handle fitting perfectly in my palm. The curved blade gleamed, ancient runes pulsing in shades of violet. The leader looked at the scythe. Then at me. “That is… a scythe of death…”

He didn't offer a bribe. He stared at the man with the cold, dead eyes of Wraith—the top killer on the server. Say a word, and you go in the chute. The message was clear. The skeletal man gulped. He looked away, trembling. He went back to sorting. "I saw nothing," he whispered. QUEST UPDATED: LOOT ACQUIRED: Encrypted Slate (Rare). RISK LEVEL: Extreme. TIME: 19:00 HOURS. LOCATION: THE SCRAPYARD GATES.

0064: The New Nightingale 0065: SIDE STORY PART ONE 0066: SIDE STORY PART TWO _______ Arc 3: Reaper's Scythe Is A Scissor?! Update: Ongoing "Yow! Sinful soul, how about you behave for a little while for my scythe to bring you to the underworld peacefully?" I grinned as I took out my grim kiddie size scissors with the host's favourite cartoon character. The soul I encountered was flabbergasted at first but then started to laugh after, "Pft! You call that a scythe? What? You gonna rip my soul or cut my hair instead?! I bet that's safety scissors only enough to cut a paper! Hahaha!"

“I’ve found a few maps, but he says those are potential work sites, not anything related to the Queen.” “Let me see.” Jo stuck her hand out, and he gave her several rolled up papers. Upon unfurling the first one and lying it on a table in the corner, she saw that it was a map with several Xs on it. Everything was written in Russian. Her IAC did come in handy for translating written languages. She accessed the mode she needed to be able to read it in English. “Scandium?” she said, wondering if that was a word that just hadn’t translated correctly. All of the sites were marked as potential locations for scandium--whatever the hell that was.

His eyes were an amazing shade of gold, and just now they sparkled with the dark promise of death. Almost too fast to follow his movements, the dark-haired man crossed the room with its crumbling plaster walls and stood behind the wolf with two curved, ornate hand sickles already in his hands. The soft ringing of metal resounded as he swung with expert precision, not even brushing her hair with his blades while he decapitated her tormenter. The head that had just been level with hers went one direction, while the hands gripping her arms fell away and the body toppled to the floor on her other side. Her mouth fell open in stunned horror, then clamped firmly shut again as she was sprayed with