Scythe Movie Novels & Stories

The power surged forward like the most dangerous hurricane, sweeping across the ruins and shattering the lumps of shadow into thousands of tiny pieces. I stood before Amelia's wolf, protecting her from the violent wind meant to hurt Scythe alone. Slowly, the hurricane stopped, and calm returned. It was as if nothing had happened, aside from the ruins reduced to tiny bits of rocks, wood, and sand. But someone painfully coughed ahead... Scythe. Images of when he almost turned human last time with Logan streamed into my head, and I rushed forward, inquisitive to know the true identity of Scythe. Lydia, Amelia's wolf, hurried behind me, and from the corner of my eye, I saw Cole appear from behin

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.

Rei took a few steps closer to Troy and Briar. Putting his hand on Rei’s arm he whispered in his ear and Rei visibly calmed down. “You realize there are 3 wolves right outside her window, and the big guys are right downstairs waiting my signal. He’s not getting anywhere with Briar. I promise.” Scythe told Rei. “Fine. It’s your show. Go get her. I’ll hold back for now.” Rei replied. “Good, now Rei, please back up, you don’t want any this.” Scythe pushed Rei behind him as he started to release his aura. A low to the ground mist started curling around Scythe until it manifested a scythe like weapon with incredible reach.

There was no window and the deep-orange brick walls were painted with grotesque images that included people writhing in flames, people being tortured to insanity, and, most of all, the reaper with his scythe hanging right on his shoulder, his eyes hidden on his hood, though it felt so much like he’s really staring at her as though he’s not merely a lifeless painting. “What’s your say about this, Miss Yara?” Perry’s voice brought Hera back to reality, just in time to see the woman who seemed detached to everything earlier jumping on the soles of her feet, looking startled. “Oh, so Yara deserved honorary, too, huh!” “Okay, fine!’ she snapped, crackling her fingers. “Yara then if it’ll stop you

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 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

And in his hand was Alexis' scythe. Swuuungggg~... Swuuungggg~ ... Swuuunggg~ ... Andrew Tomahawk, the noble class vampire who became a shadow army, and in his giant form, swung Alexis's mystical scythe at Damien, trying to attack him. Damien was a little surprised that Andrew, despite being in such a large body shape, could swing a scythe very quickly. His movements completely did not reflect the body of a giant who was slow and also had a limited range of motion.

Death's scythe became enshrouded in smoke. [Die!] He yelled, swinging his scythe with such strength that the air itself seemed to rip open. A large chunk of the pursuing force was cut in half by the invisible part of the attack. While those who had avoided it got covered in the black smoke. The demons that survived soon fell to the ground, suffocating. The sight held the enemy back.

“You have to cut the connection!” “I can’t— it’s inside me!” He reached her in a blur, grabbing her wrist and forcing her hand downward. Their fingers overlapped around the scythe’s handle, the combined power of their essence igniting the weapon in brilliant light. “Then we sever it together!” They drove the scythe downward, plunging it into the ground. Light exploded from the point of impact, tearing through the corrupted energy in violent, sweeping arcs. The entity shrieked, its form fracturing into shards of black glass that screamed as they fell.

"It's all right. As long as you feel better, I'll take anything from you. You know I would." He looked down at her hand as if he had never seen it before. Then his phone vibrated. An encrypted email had just landed in his inbox. Sender: Scarlett Moretti. For one violent second, his heart kicked so hard it hurt. He opened it. First came the photos. Vivian in Scarlett's wedding gown. Vivian in Adrian's bed. Vivian in the back seat of his car, hair tangled, lipstick smeared, laughing at the camera. Then the screenshots.