Scythe Novels & Stories

I immediately pulled out the knife behind my leg and throw it at the werewolf attacking in front. I quickly glanced at the one who hasn’t transformed yet but he doesn’t even budge, he is just watching. I grabbed this chance to throw one of my knives but his reflex in a human form is greater than I thought. He caught the knife and stared at the engraved symbol. “The famous clan of Ambrose,” he muttered but I didn’t pay any attention because we are now being outnumbered by these monsters. Rendall and I stopped attacking for a second and weigh the situation we are in. I was about to cover Rendall when I felt a hard thing bump into the back of my head. I touched it as I am slowly losing my balan

[Amor’s POV] Nyx Scythe? Like the grim reaper’s scythe? “How do you know about the scythe?” Kaltain asked. “Do you really think all I had been doing in the past few years was play hide and seek with you and your lord? The magic that was used to bring night to this world wasn’t dark magic, even though it included living sacrifices. It was a curse. And Nyx Scythe is the only weapon gifted to the sorcizens by the god of death himself. That weapon can cut through and tear apart any curse…”

He gave orders to Jonathan. Calista asked his men as they stopped shooting. Her men informed her that the enemy retreated so they started to roamed around and look for Skye but after a long hour of search ther men decided to stop as they believe that Skye is gone or had gone too far that he is no longer around that place. But Calista insisted not to stop and even ordered her hackers to keep tracking the place and the possible nearby area to look for Skye but even the wisest and intelligent hackers cannot give her the assurance that Skye is still alive, and only the fact that they didn't found Skye's body serves as an evidence that Skye is still alive and Calista is sticking to that belief. *

Tresicta came at her from the side scythe making contact with her cheek, but before she could just breeze past, she collided into her arm and she brought the powerful woman onto her back once again. Sapphire flipped back, almost taking the blade of her other scythe as it came out of the air. She couldn’t answer the questions of how things kept appearing when she heard it. Steel coming towards her and it went across her shoulder and so did another one over the other shoulder and beside both legs and she was bound.

He thought I was being utterly unreasonable, so I walked out of the house. Every time we argued, I would give him the cold shoulder for several days. He assumed I was doing the same thing this time. Alas, he didn't know that I was dead. Just moments ago, to help Gina avoid paying for her crime, he sliced me up, emptied my organs, and turned them into specimens! … To remove all evidence of the crime from the laboratory, Nathan used a special chemical reagent to clean the entire place. Soon, the laboratory looked as good as new. It was as if nothing had ever happened.

"Some nights are made for torture, or reflection, or the savoring of loneliness"- Poppy Z. Brite. Rose's POV: My body shook as silent cries of agony escaped me. Mr. Victor just stood there, frozen, thunderstruck, angry. His eyes were glued to Madeline's pale, lifeless face. His eyes were red, which made his turquoise irises stand out more, making him look hauntingly devastated. He let out a roar and shoved me away from her. My back hit the cold floor with a loud thud as a searing pain shot through from my spine.

“I’m just glad we haven’t been giving the new ones any wolfsbane. Who knows? Maybe they’ll learn to control it on their own.” Gray nods and offers Bo a wide grin. “Maybe. They’ll be a hell of a lot better than us if they do.” We all know the truth though. Lycanthropy is a curse. There is no way to control it. Not on the full moon. “Come,” Bo says, knocking me out of the dooming thought of our near future. He puts a hand on my back, lightly guiding me to start walking. “Alazaer is down by twin hills, waiting for the others to come back,” he tells us.

The time was now 1:14pm and she could make out some movement at the glass door which opened as two huge Japanese men in black suits walked out, followed by another of average height behind them. She moved her sniper slowly to the right as the men made their way across the parking lot to their black sedan. Looking through the scope of the magnified glass attached to her weapon, she held her breath as the chest of one of her target’s bodyguards appeared on the crisscross mark, which was immediately followed by the bald head of the yakuza boss.

“Well… I mean… people talk.” Paulo didn’t respond. Lewis crosses his arms defensively. “I swear, I didn’t know it was him.” Before Paulo could reply, another man walks in and stops at the doorway. He was wearing a plain black shirt and moves with quiet confidence. “Paulo,” the man said. Paulo turns toward him. “What?” “Madam Stygian is awake,” the man answered. Paulo’s expression changes slightly. “That's good news,” he said to the man.

"Look at you, all eager to please. You didn't even offer anything in return. Why would she help you out?" He then handed me a card. "I'm Daniel Jenkins. Here's a little something for our first meeting. ZenWave's beauty clinics are all part of my family business. With this card, you can enjoy unlimited visits." ZenWave was a well-known, high-end beauty clinic chain. A single visit there could cost tens of thousands of dollars. This gift was too generous. I didn't take the card, but Leon snatched it from Daniel's hand and stuffed it into mine.