Scythe Novels & Stories

Elma suggests. “Yes, let’s leave the fucking country…” John says, “…then we come back and kill him,” the immortals in the room turn and look at him, “It’s only a suggestion,” he says. Gabriel drops Nightmare on the glass table in the middle of the room, “We have this, so we have an advantage now we just need an opportunity” he says. "A dagger?” Rachael asks perceiving a weak plan, “Not just any dagger love, this is Nightmare. The dagger that kills all” Elma says.

Cobra regarded him for a while and sighed, "I'm sorry about your father. He was already dead when I arrived at the scene." "I know," Bryce gritted his teeth. "I also know who killed him and I want her dead. No matter what it costs, she must die." "Queen Scorpion?" Cobra asked. Bryce nodded, "How did you know?" "You were mumbling her name in your subconscious state. But she is just one little girl. How was she able to bring down the Wild Stallions? I still find it hard to believe," Cobra explained. "She had help," Bryce replied. "I want them all dead; every single one of them should be killed."

When it reached about ten feet from him, the thing leaped, front legs ripping at the air as it came for him. Vanadine released the pressure in his left hand, bathing the syphia’s head and face in orange flame as he swung the machete as hard as he could. Whatever part of the creature it hit was like hammering against stone and Vanadine felt a shock run up his arm, almost losing his grip on the weapon. He backed away as the syphia screamed and rolled, trying to extinguish the flames. The stench of burning hair filled the air as greasy, slate grey smoke issued forth. With the syphia now between him and the pile of corpses, Vanadine backing away and the damage the creature had suffered, Vanadine

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?”

Wearing a blue dress, her delicate features resembled Thea’s. The moment she walked over to Sophie, she noticed the bizarrely-shaped scythe in front of Sophie. For some reason, she could feel a sense of familiarity with the scythe. Upon being reminded of the scythe within her body, her mind stirred, and a scythe materialized before her. Immediately, the it flew forward and blocked the bizarrely-shaped scythe that intended to deal Sophie the killing blow.

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.

making multiple cuts appear on Merka's body. The scythe on her hands glow with every drop of blood landing on the ground... Merka felt cold fear...as wasn't as pompous as she was previously. "Please spare me...I beg you..." Merka fell to the ground in pure fright as she continued begging Madeline. Madeline ignored Merka pleas as she raised her scythe.... "This is where you die...." Bang! The scythe shook violently like it had hitted a hard rock. Madeline looked up to see Damien, and the scythe on his left shoulder. He was completely unharmed as he stared at Madeline

I tried to think of an explanation that would sound reasonable. Dresna blurted out, “Are you some kind of witch”? A witch was not the comparison I expected. “There’s something weird going on with you, Skye. You saved my life on the mountain, and now at the Drock...” “It was the Drax that got to those two,” I said, trying to sound convincing. “Seriously, Dresna, you know what that concoction did to you.” We reached Dresna’s home, and I stood for a moment contemplating whether to expand on my answer, but noting his questions had subsided, I decided to let any further response lapse.

I felt my shoulder and frowned as the memory of that stinging sensation as it flooded my mind. "What do you remember?" The Alpha demanded to know. "I was running and then I met someone and someone or something stabbed my shoulder. " I gasped remembering it all so clearly now. The Alpha nodded a flicker of anger crossed his face as he turned to the window obviously not wanting to recall it. "A rogue. A strange one we think was a spy of some sort. " He said. "A spy but why?" He turned back to face me and shook his head. He sat on the edge of the bed taking my hands into his.

Closing the door and semi-laying on one of the poof seats, I whip open my laptop, which was in a drawer in one of the bookshelves in the shed. Finally I can take a swing at the source codes that I need to know for this new job coming up, I haven’t been hired yet and I don’t know the full lay out but I need to understand anyway just in case. I also have an overdue encrypted-chat meeting that needs to take place between me and the Scorpion Gang. Original name, I know right. That’s also the gang that might offer me that job about revenge and shit. So, I feel like it’s important. Opening the encrypted chat, I see the leader typing... which is shown as a few underscores ( _ _ _ ).