Scythe Theme Novels & Stories

"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.

“We also want to know how to stop the production of scandium bullets. Currently, we believe all of these X’s are scandium mines, and that Holland’s Vampires are searching for the rare metal so that they can create these bullets that will allow Vampires to wound and kill Guardians. If we are ever to put the situation between Vampires, Guardians, and Hunters back into balance, we must prevent the spread of these scandium bullets.” “What about titanium?” one of the larger thugs asked. “You still use that against Vampires.” “True, we do use titanium bullets,” Jo said with a nod. “But in the case of balancing the ternion, the effect those bullets have is between Hunters and other Hunters and Guar

Derek Stygian’s stripper's club was bathed in a deep red light. The kind that makes everything look darker than it really was. Shadows moved along the walls as slow music played through hidden speakers, the bass low and steady like a heartbeat. The air felt hot with sin, heavy with smokes of their cigarettes, filled with sweat of the male strippers and the tables were filled with expensive alcohol. Not everyone in the city was allowed into Stygian's secret cult. Only those who are ready to sell their soul for discretion are allowed in.

Aleister wondered out loud, clearly impressed by the witch's armory. Ruby pressed a certain button on the wall and the shelf lined with knives separated like a sliding door presenting a variety of scythes. There was a scythe entirely made out of fishbone, there was an ill-proportioned one with a heart-shaped ruby and thorns, he saw another scythe where the blade is completely made out of ice making him wonder how it hadn't melted yet, one impressive scythe had a golden handle styled as a dragon and from its mouth protrudes a crimson metal. The weapon bore great power and he can feel it merely by looking at its blade. Aleister then noticed a black scythe that made shivers run up his spine. Th

At Alec’s questioning look I added, “My mother told me of the Scythe being stolen a thousand or so years ago from her coven.” "We will have to expect Alpha Kylen to use that to catch us off guard." Alec pointed out. Thane nodded. “Maybe we can get it from them somehow. You know what it looks like. Can you draw it?” “It looks like any scythe, but the blade is black and there are Celtic symbols down the handle. I’m not much of an artist, but I’ll give it a shot. I rose and walked to the printer, grabbing a sheet of paper, and returned to sit in Anders' lap as he passed me a pen. His arms tightened around my waist, distracting me as I drew the weapon to the best of my ability, drawing out the s

The "Digital Scalpel" was not a weapon of blood, but a "Sovereign Filter." As it hovered over Kaelen’s forehead, the white-glass cage began to hum with a frequency that sought to "Prune" the boy’s "Biological Narrative." In the Deep Web, the Merchant-Beast didn't want the child to die; it wanted the "Genesis" to be a "Pure Frequency," stripped of the "Dirty Data" of its parents' love and sacrifice.

Queen said with certainty. "Oh, okay. Well, you have put me at ease," Shawn replied. "How's your shoulder?" Queen asked. "Much better, turns out that he's a doctor," Shawn said. "Yeah, he must have a lot of experience," she replied. They both waited for Black Axe while he went into the room to ask Ace about the flash drive. When Ace saw the flash drive, he took hold of it and stared at it. "This looks familiar." He said. "Yes, Scorpion, it is. Do you know the fifth password?" Black asked.

Suyi thought that the beast she would be fighting was the same as the ones she had fought for the past few minutes. But it seemed that she was doomed to fail the very first mission she took. Although souls can no longer die except being dissolved to nothingness, against a beast, they could be captured and trapped as a source for their power. It is either you kill the beast, or the beast will suck your soul away. Right now she is fighting a beast called Cerberus, it is a giant 3 headed dog, they are strong creatures but they are not rare individuals, unlike unicorns or phoenixes and faes.

The utility closet door doesn't creak. Damian doesn't tolerate human failures like squeaky hinges. He buys silence. I'm holding the Syndicate harvester by her ankles. Her skin has already gone waxy, the fight-heat draining from her body, replaced by the cooling-mutton chill of the recently dead. The silver threads in my forearms are retracting now, pulling back into the shadows of my blood, but they leave a hollow, gnawing ache in the marrow—the metabolic invoice for a Tier 1 kill.

These hunters will turn the world upside down if only to find her and get the coveted prize. "Yaya, I'm going to the gym. Don't cook dinner for me. I'm just going to grab something to eat at the nearby resto when I conclude my workout." “Sure Ma’am. I understand.” Stressed from a long day's work, she chose to unwind and let go of some steam. This is her habitual way of getting rid of the toxins in her body. In her reckoning, the sweat that flows out of her pores drives away the microorganisms that have clung to her. Aside from her exercise routine in the gym, she believes that tonight is special. It is forecast that a full moon will be rising from the East. It is time to go hunting and quenc