Scythe Movie Novels & Stories

The sound coming from a horror film behind me battered when the thunder strike with the high volume that even the next building can be disturb. "Go to bed now," I commanded and closed the Tv. "Party pooper, the best scene was yet to come!" "I'm not sleepy!" And they started complaints, but in the end, they still follow me and eventually go to their room. I left a note besides Nate to take care of everything while I'm at work. I choosed to walked instead to use my scooter this time, the nighttime in the city is beautiful opposite from the morning, morning is a curse. I hid my hand inside the pocket of my hoodie and starts distracting myself.

Christopher, who was waiting back at home for Bryce to give him the good news about the girls he had asked him to deliver, got a call from one of his underlings that his son had been shot. He got up and asked, "What? Bryce was shot? By who?" The underling who called him said, "Well, I can't really tell, Stallion. There was a man and a girl, I think she was Queen, Queen Scorpion." "Queen Scorpion? How is that possible?"

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."

"You're full of shit. I'd like to see just how long you manage to keep this form up. You know just as well that there's a price to pay for having such power." "To hell with you!" Maddox paid Wilbur's words no mind, letting out a loud growl as his scythes lit up even more brightly with spiritual flames and he brought them down on Wilbur in a cross pattern. "Darkness Falls: Cross Assassination!" The gigantic scythes swung downward with terrifying spiritual energy, their sheer size causing Maddox to retreat backward himself. The power of these scythes was ruthless, razor-sharp, and terrifying. It sliced through the air, letting out a piercing howl.

“Scythe of the Seventh, come to your master.” From the darkness above, an even darker shape fell to the ground and I reached out to touch it. It felt cold to the touch and the shadow dissipates to reveal a huge scythe, several times taller than I am. I pick it up and swung it around, testing the weight. It feels a little bit heavy, but nothing that I can’t handle. I twirl it above my head and rush at him, sweeping low and going for his torso. A large hand clamped down on the scythe with incredible speed, jolting me forward into a fist. I block, but I feel my bones crack under the intense force.

"Who's kicking Skye out of the company?!" I froze, stunned for a moment. 'Old Mr. Fraser?!'

Scythe POV. I fire my gun at the black SUV that has barrelled through the compound gates. Fuck, who are these guys? Why are they attacking us? We will get answers soon enough. They drive off, tyres squealing as we run behind them, shooting at the SUV. I run to the dead bodies that were thrown from the cage. My breath catches in my throat as I get closer to them. No, this is not happening. How did they find them? Hatchet and Deanna. They were touring the country in their new RV. Miles away from here.

“What the hell is going on?” “The Scythian is online and live—on the dark web. We’re trying to hack into the feed. The son of a bitch has the best hackers working for him.” Donnie swung a large screen around, and with a few more taps, they were in. The walled room could be anywhere; it looked derelict. Three fold-out chairs sat on one side. A scuffed table presented an array of weapons, and a rectangular mat sat centered onscreen. Black terror swept through Johnny. They’d seen this setup before. This was a Scythian execution video.

Damon rubbed his eyes. He wanted to believe that. It was stupid, really. If this whole thing with talking was just meant to get him to drop his guard, then it was working. Wasn’t he smarter than this? He tried to pull his anger and hate forward, to shield himself from unfortunate emotions—but he was so tired of being angry. He sighed as he turned toward her. "How many witches are in Scanthin ?” “I only know about one,And that is me Scarlett." Scar murmured, holding herself tightly.Damon advanced on her and she backed into the wall, staring up at him with wide eyes. “Why should I believe you?”

Except for one. One of the grim reapers is watching the whole battle from a thick branch of a tree. She's just sutting there comfortably while sipping the sweet water inside the coconut. "Hmm," She moaned in happiness as soona s she finished her drink. She clasped her hands and then smiled. "Maybe it's time for me to join the battle," She said and summoned her scythe. Her scythe has an unusual form. It is a little rusty and a little too small for a normal scythe. Its blade is also uspide down as if it was not made to kill.