Scythe Novels & Stories

"Everyone, all in! Take his head for White Wolf!" The crowd attacked in unison, either using their fists and feet, or wielding machetes and iron bars, charging toward Blood Sickle's head. "You want to kill me? In your dreams!" Blood Sickle laughed coldly as a sickle-shaped weapon appeared in his hand without anyone's notice. It was the Scythe of Death. Countless people had died under this scythe, which was why he was called Blood Sickle.

"Good luck. It's gone. The police are hunting you down. There is no escape." I hurled the scalpel, burying it in his shoulder. He collapsed, clutching the wound, but his eyes burned with defiance. I stalked over and ripped the blade out. "I never plan to leave alive. I've got plenty of time to make you talk. You're loaded and famous. Why stoop to this?" By the second stab, Robert broke, revealing the other kidney's fate. Sirens wailed outside, and flashlights pierced the windows, blinding me. Several police officers burst in. "Freeze! Hands on your head!" I drove the scalpel into Robert's heart, my rage drowning out his pathetic excuse.

The Deviuture flipped its wings ,and as those humongous wings rose and fell , its impact hit Chelsea and Ron like a hurling cyclone - it slammed against their backs and Chelsea felt that she and Ron will almost be thrown thousands of feet away . By the time Chelsea got her footing back on the ground it was too late - The deviuture was again spreading its wings , readying itself to pierce the both of them . " Protect yourself ! " said Chelsea summoning her double headed scythe , her most dangerous weapon , the scythe was completely pure white except for the two blue gems that were inlaid on the centre of both the end of its rod .

He lunged for the bathroom to make himself throw up, but a sharp, searing pain had already erupted in his gut. "You crazy—" He gasped, barely forcing the words out. But Adeline just kept smiling—a cold, empty smile. She picked up the fruit knife from the coffee table and plunged it into his chest. Over and over. "Anyone who toys with a true heart deserves to die." When her strength gave out, she collapsed to the floor, sobbing. Dark, blood-red liquid spilled from her lips as she opened her mouth. Then she fell still. Her eyes stayed open, staring at nothing.

We must fight for hours, before long I am exhausted and I still haven’t seen Natalie since she ran off. I look over and around the street searching for others, but I can’t see anyone except Lyrica. Suddenly Lyrica stops swing her sword and looks at me. I haven’t hit a monster for about an hour, either they are really good at avoiding the blade or they are no longer here. I quickly grab her in a hug and just as I release her, the ground shakes. We are both thrown off balance and land on the road, or what use to be the road, I hear Lyrica cry out and I look up just as she seems to be swallowed by the dirt road before she disappears from sight. I reach out grabbing for her, but seem unable to s

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."

Number 50 was the rude stranger from before his weapon was the most breathtaking of all. Its stats were as follows:- Name: "Soulcutter" ‎Appearance: A dark, curved scythe with an ebony wood staff (6 ft long). Intricate silver etchings (like skeletal vines) crawl along the edge. At the base, a crimson gem glows faintly – said to pulse with every soul "harvested". ‎Stats: ‎- Damage: High melee + possible "soul drain" effect ‎- Range: Long sweep (hits multiple foes)

He was doing this. His one arm was extended. Palms towards Elora as he looked at Alexandria. With eyes that no one has seen before. They were silver. Pure silver. And Thora felt a shiver run down her spine. No! This is not possible! No! This has happened in the history. It can't happen now. It's the death wolf taking full control of Thaneos. He will loose his humanity if this happens. He will go on a rampage killing everyone. Friends or foe.

At that moment… The purple liquid rose from the crack of the ground and created a weapon akin to a scythe. No, it was too similar to the grim reaper scythe that she knew. ‘Don’t tell me…’ The purple scythe emerged from Anubis’s back. The shadow rose from Anubis’s back yet he was too focused on the targets in front of him. “No, NO!” Busaba screamed when she knew what would happen next. “ANUBIS!!!!”

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h