Scythe Novels & Stories

I yanked my hand away in fright. With a huff, he shifted my thighs toward himself. I cried out. This is not how I planned on loosing my virginity. It wasn't in this way. Not now, not ever. Pounding my fist in his chest, I wiggled my body. I don't know what he did to my hands but I noticed I couldn't lift it. I was weak and exhausted. It was then I realized that he had injected me with a syringe. I could only cry and scream but my whole body stiffened.

His eyes were an amazing shade of gold, and just now they sparkled with the dark promise of death. Almost too fast to follow his movements, the dark-haired man crossed the room with its crumbling plaster walls and stood behind the wolf with two curved, ornate hand sickles already in his hands. The soft ringing of metal resounded as he swung with expert precision, not even brushing her hair with his blades while he decapitated her tormenter. The head that had just been level with hers went one direction, while the hands gripping her arms fell away and the body toppled to the floor on her other side. Her mouth fell open in stunned horror, then clamped firmly shut again as she was sprayed with

Jumbo let out an eccentric laugh as he wheeled that casserole-sized fist of his and slammed it towards Chasing Wind, who dodged with his swift movements. Given the situation, he was not in the mood to have a dogfight with Jumbo. He just wanted to save Pawn’s life. However, just as Chasing Wind found an opening and managed to bypass Jumbo, a black shadow suddenly descended from the sky. It was Spectre. He carried a meter-long scythe in his hand, like a grim reaper. As the scythe tore through the air, it was as if the attack could literally rip the air apart. Instantly, Spectre forced Chasing Wind to step back.

He spoke to the soldier beside him without taking his eyes off Aazim, the soldier nodded and walked towards Aazim. Aazim who had come out from under the chair was angry and scared but more angry because his plot had now failed but still he kept a bold look on his face. He looked round the hall and accessing the damage, there was not a single follower of his that remained alive, he frowned. He had heard when Saadiya screamed his name, he could see the pain and anger in her facial expression and as he watched her approach him, he withdrew a small knife from underneath his shirt and held it out of the sight of the others.

Nick placed a gentle hand on my shoulder and let out a deep sigh. The sigh pierced through me, and I felt like I was going to shatter. I stepped out of the room and walked into the living room. I looked out of the window at the lights. My world felt like it was falling apart. I heard his footsteps in the room behind me. He stood next to me watching the lights. I saw his face in his reflection in the window and it was hard to read. I felt his fingers brush against mine and a piercing fire run through my body. A few seconds later his fingers were twisted around mine and he was smiling. I was confused. I turned and looked up at him.

A massive, towering presence looming over my shoulder. I glance back. A cloaked figure, three meters tall, floating in the void. In its skeletal hand, it holds a massive scythe that drips with phantom blood. The God of Death. The robotic voice returns. [AWAKENING CONFIRMED. SUBJECT: REA REED. RESULT: 100% PURITY. ENTITY IDENTIFIED: THANATOS (THE GOD OF DEATH). ALIGNMENT: CHAOTIC EVIL.] The numbers flash on the screen in blood-red. One hundred percent. The legendary Single Bloodline.

He’s confident, skilled in his craft and wicked with war scythe. Zane uses a war scythe to harvest the souls to bring back to Death. It’s where the whole concept of the grim reaper's image comes from in the human world. It’s because they took the idea from Zane’s coven. Of course, at the time, they didn’t know. They thought it was all made-up shit in stories. Zane’s war scythe is a badass. The top part of the blade has jimppings as the blade curves toward where it meets the staff; it has black bone-like fragments sticking from it. On the bottom of the staff, there is a badass-looking skull.

But he was as helpless as I was. Stephen, my Vampire, needs an assistant. And when Mason opted for a human, we, I mean me and Stephen, we both opposed. A human is not safe here. Stephen is a Hybrid. Max Enzo Zee and Saint are Vampires. A Human he won’t survive a day. But Mason hired him anyway. Even though Stephen was required to meet him right away, he chose to stay in his office and prepare himself. A night before that, he let me lose in the jungle. We had so much food. Well he had Blood and I had flesh. Just to be safe around the human you know.

He looked intimidating. Electric currents danced along the scythe like wild silver snakes that emanated a thrilling electrical energy. Victor was very pleased with the scythe and felt a tinge of gratitude for the mutated mechanical rat. After all, a tiny creature like that managed to drop such a massive weapon. It was quite a feat. Although the war scythe was merely fine-grade, Victor was content. He knew that getting a piece of fine-grade equipment at the start of the apocalypse was already a massive stroke of luck.

"The High Council has realized that 'Destiny' failed to catch you. So, they are going to use the Authenticity of your Doubt. They are going to prove that the 'Sovereignty' is just a series of desperate choices made by two people who are terrified of being alone" From the liquid smoke of the ceiling, a figure descended. He did not walk; he Hesitated into existence. He was a being of Silver-Oil and Translucent Shadows, his face a shifting blur of everyone I had ever lost. He held a Scythe of Cold Glass, its blade etched with the exact dates and times of every "No" I had ever whispered in the dark.