Scythe Theme Novels & Stories

I didn’t have much money, and I wasn’t particularly capable. [After arriving here, the system told me that if I helped Miley take her company public, I would be allowed to go home. [I could have left much earlier, but I couldn't bear to leave you. [You were the only thing in this world I couldn't let go of. [The USB drive contains all the evidence needed to bring down Sean and Everdusk Group. [But now isn’t the time. [Dad asked Uncle Dylan to calculate everything. The best time to use it is when you’re twenty-five.

“Do you know why? Because she doesn’t drain me. She feeds me. Just as I feed her. We are symbiosis. We are balance. We are what the books never predicted.” “The Council… the Council will want to know about this…” “The Council will find out soon enough.” I tilted my head. “And it will learn.” I extended my hand to the side, and the air tore open in violet and silver. My black scythe slid out of the pocket dimension, the ebony handle fitting perfectly in my palm. The curved blade gleamed, ancient runes pulsing in shades of violet. The leader looked at the scythe. Then at me. “That is… a scythe of death…”

At first, the Queen frowns, but as the scholar keeps talking, a smile appears on her lips. “You are the mate of Derayu. You should have said this from the beginning. The scythe is yours. But I need you to promise to bring it back once you have killed your vampire. The scythe is a weapon of great power. If a person uses it with evil intentions, it will bring chaos and destruction.” Who the hell is Derayu? My mate is Vladimir. But I am not going to say anything about it. “Thank you, Queen scorpion. I promise to bring back the scythe. You have my word as an Alpha.”

I told it, breathless. Its surface shimmered. The reflected scythe that had been swinging toward my face snapped into an angle that sent it back into its own frame. Spider‑cracks raced across the glass as the image hit itself. The real scythe above us—not a full one, just a bitter remnant from another world—hesitated a beat too long for the storm’s liking. The support it hung from groaned audibly in protest. “Every time you make it falter,” Selene called, landing light on a spinning carnival cart, “it ripple‑fails three tiles over. You’re forcing it to re‑calc in real time. It hates that.”

Zane reported, his obsidian skin glistening under the tower’s internal lights. The "Front Gate" was a crack in the warehouse’s loading dock. Outside, a sleek, black hover-limousine had parked. A man stepped out, wearing a suit made of "Liquid-Light" that cost more than the entire Rust. He didn't look like a developer; he looked like a Predator. "My name is Cyrus Thorne," the man’s voice was broadcast through a specialized high-frequency speaker so the pack could hear it. "I represent Nth-Gen. We heard you’ve achieved 'Legal Existence.' Congratulations. Now, would you like to achieve Market Dominance?"

“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.

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 silently.

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?”

"We fight." ​: As the first drone dived toward us, the black thorn on my wrist didn't just throb—it opened. A third eye, violet and slitted like a cat’s, blinked open in the center of the scar. ​"The Scythe has evolved," a voice that wasn't mine whispered in my head. "And it’s hungry for steel."

I wipe off blood from my nose and snap it back in place “Last chance, tell me where to find that bastard and you might be alive to rebuild” “Don't underestimate me just because you were able to land an attack on me” blood drips from her face and she slowly walks to me Death Scythe emerges from my shadow and floats beside me before I grip it firmly and run to her. I perform a front thrust, pushing Death Scythe to her face but Madame Abigail steps to the side and i turn it over making the blade curl behind her and then pull it back fast