Scythe Theme Novels & Stories

“What the hell is going on?” “The Scythian is online and live—on the dark web. We’re trying to hack into the feed. The son of a bitch has the best hackers working for him.” Donnie swung a large screen around, and with a few more taps, they were in. The walled room could be anywhere; it looked derelict. Three fold-out chairs sat on one side. A scuffed table presented an array of weapons, and a rectangular mat sat centered onscreen. Black terror swept through Johnny. They’d seen this setup before. This was a Scythian execution video.

Ezekiel breathed out as he pulled the second fragment of the Sword of the Doombringer from the current owner. He pulled his sword and smiled at the level of destruction he had caused in this world. The Scythe of Death vibrated in his grip, but the power continued to flow smoothly as if Ezekiel's level of darkness was slowly catching up with the darkness that powered the Scythe.

Scarlett rasped, her voice sounding hollow even to her own ears. "She needs a stabilizer," Dr. Vane interrupted, turning to a shelf filled with darkened vials. "But standard Lycan serums won't work on a soul this... displaced. She needs something with a higher spiritual frequency. Something like the Lunar Key’s residue." Caleb’s grip on her hand tightened. "Then we don't have time to wait for Shadow-Drivers. We break into the Thorne estate tonight." "Caleb, no," Scarlett tried to sit up, but the room spun. "It’s a fortress. Julian will be waiting."

Scarlett had twim daggers out, and I was still trapped in between Lucas, a bit weak. I didn’t know if I could get my silver threads to move. Time seemed to stop. Scarlett and Lucas are both charging towards Ryker in a bid to have the first kill. Ryke4 wasn't moving even though he knew what was coming for him. I lashed out my silver threads in desperation towards Scarlett, hoping to deal with her first before moving to Lucas’s brother. Scarlett is suspended in the air, my threads glowing as they sucked the life out of her.

"We just escaped one 'Symmetry.' We don't need your 'Mechanical-Stasis'!" "Your 'Freedom' is a 'Fever,' Vane-Thorne," Kaito replied, his mechanical eye whirring as it scanned the Detroit ruins. "You’ve turned the Earth into a 'Living-Cancer.' We are the 'Surgical-Standard.' We are here to 'Scrape' the 'Violet' and the 'Indigo' from the crust."

Its hunger throbbed - dark, pulsing, wanting out. No. The Duskbane Grimoires were clear: the Scythe was a weapon of eclipse. Summon it under night, invite the darkness to consume the wielder's soul. A sun-weapon. Tonight, I was on my own. A metallic clink erupted from behind the practice dummies. I didn't turn. Didn't break stride. I sent a Threadbare filament behind me like a spider's web. It brushed something cold, hard, moving fast. "Ten of you," I murmured, voice low, aristocratic silk. "And here I thought the Shadow Syndicate had some pride left."

he think he needs explanation from Zhang fei fei. seriously he really hate stressing his brain thinking about some grand plot of other gods, what has always matter to him is to kill. the scythe headed directly toward Zhang fei fei forehead as Fei Fei who seem to be expecting this raise his hand using his finger to point at the scythe tip creating something like invisible wall. "you tricked me twice you ungodly piece of sh...t" Tthanatos voice rumbled all over the foggy world, he hasn't appeared yet.

he said, stepping forward. Rogen stretched an arm out to retrieve the paper, only taking a pause to give Lilith some water when she started coughing again. “You promised me the throne of Bloodied-Fang, not just your love. Take the Luna out and weaken the Alpha from grief. When I take him out, the pack would fall into your hands, and we can rule side by side.” The content of the letter made my blood run cold and I froze in silence. “I… I have never seen that letter before,” I stuttered.

Castor shouts at Sathariel in a rage. I casually pick up a knife from the table and throw it at Castor, aiming for his ankle and perfectly hitting my target. He drops to the ground, crying out in pain as he clutches his ankle, pulling out the knife and tossing it as blood spurts across the floor. “Fucking bitch!” “Aww, and I thought you used to like fucking this bitch,” I pout. “I watched you kill Scythe,” says Sathariel, pulling my attention back to him as Castor’s groans of pain become nothing more than background ambiance. “I checked him myself,” Sathariel argues, completely oblivious to Castors distress.

It was looking for an opportunity to stop Adrian and Rozi's joint attack. The black scythe emanated with an air of death. It felt even colder than the air around them. A faint black aura could be seen around the scythe, seemingly made out of a singular soul locked within. The soul shrieked and wailed in pain. The scythe thirsted for human life, and it would lock the soul it reaped within itself for an eternity of suffering.