Scythe Novels & Stories

”Your life,as well as Ethan’s,is in mortal danger. “Oh God!”Beth rasped again.”What do you mean?”She gripped the banister ever so tighter,until her hand hurt from holding on.She felt faint and nauseous. Against all probability,she was having a conversation with a woman,dead for hundreds of years. “You must listen carefully Beth,”Lady Katherine continued.”A dark spirit seeks to end your lives and she will not stop until she has succeeded in her task,until you and Ethan are both dead.” “How do you know this?”Beth asked,frantically.”Answer me!Please!” “Because the very spirit seeking to take your lives,is the one who took mine.”

I tell her about life above the ground and try to respond as best as possible to her questions while I wait for the scythe. It doesn't take long for the scholar to return. The scythe is smaller than I expected. It has a straight handle, while the blade has the shape of a crescent moon and red. Different gems ornate the blade. When I touch it, I feel how powerful the scythe is. I put it in the messenger bag I have. I look at the Queen and make a small bow. “Thank you, Queen scorpion. I shall not forget this. The werewolves all around the world will hear about your kindness. If you even need our hel

I can't release a soul that isn't present but I can at least pay my respects to the dead. I resumed my walk but was stopped as the blade of the scythe cut into my side. I put pressure on the new wound until I felt my feet kicked out from under me. I landed hard on my right shoulder, crying out from the unexpected pain. The scythe landed right next to my left ear as the angry skeleton started to flesh out.

“That’s exactly why they taught me how to use my powers. So, I could become one of the most powerful beings in the world. A Reaper.” “Where is your scythe?” I replied. He didn’t find it funny. He wrapped his hands around my neck, drug me up from the ground, and backed me into a tree. “This kill will be the dirtiest one I have had to do so far. You are the only unlucky one who can resist my gift.” He smiled as I choked and pulled at his arms, “But don’t worry your friend Callie’s will be much cleaner, and she will be right after you.” I kicked him in the stomach, and he released a little then punched me in the stomach. My ribs felt like they were breaking. His

One would think they’re restraining a monster. Perhaps what bothered me most was her eyes. They’re empty. The usual lightness disappeared like it was stolen from her. I let my gaze trail from her neck down her chest, noticing they had stripped her off her uniform, leaving her in nothing but her underwear and bra. My hands trembled with an urge to kill someone right now, and I know exactly who. Scarlet Tate. I could smell her disgusting perfume even from a mile away. From the corner of my eye, I caught sight of a small knife laying on a table nearby.

Memories of Rush and Nightshade exterminating the wolves and, after that, every manner of supernatural species. I looked into his eyes as I dissolved the mind link but held my hands tightly to the sides of his head as my eyes flared. "Ex potestate maleficarum tui homicidii, per hoc removeo potestates tuas et te excommunicam de ostio maleficarum!"

I traced the hand holding the gun, and my sight met that of the pair of eyes that'll forever hunt me. They were bloodred eyes!

She was also fierce, especially when it comes to protecting those she cared about. Emily pulled out a scythe from her storage ring, the scythe was around 8 meters tall and it was made from clear crystal-like material that almost looked like spring water. A 4ft tall curved blade was attached to the rod of the scythe. It was a giant weapon that looked like it was created to be wielded by someone 14 ft tall.

Mathin parried. And suddenly Scy was there, a katana-like energy blade weaving like St. Elmo’s fire, interfering with the monster’s blade and luring it away while Mathin freed himself. Balanced on one foot, Mathin withdrew his own gun and stood ready to aid should Scy need it.

“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.