Scythe Theme Novels & Stories

Yet they hovering in the skey in circles like a child greeting his father after not seeing him for a long time or a courageous weakling warning the world from evil that has already comes, looking at those stupid feathered animals acting like this, a sudden idea take shape and a grim reaper with his scythe wearing a long black hoody, with some dark fog swirling around him. Inside the hoody, there is two bright green flames like eyes gazing at the horizon, while his bony fingers holding his scythe that look like a crescent moon with its edge that look like it being sharpened by a mountain, and its other wooding half looking filthy and old, a big contrast but being held by a creature that loo

I smirked while looking at it. Ha, SSA is really scary. Who'd have guessed they'd have these treasures in here? I believe they are unaware, but I am aware of their existence, and I will do my best to make them mine. I shouldn’t waste this opportunity and I must take them on my side. SSA don’t value them, but I know their worth.

Heira paced angrily within me, and I knew any moment now, he would push out. The air suddenly went still, and an ominous silence fell among the ruins of the pack. Cold air rushed in from all sides, and strange shadows began to take shape around me. Scythe's power had increased since the last time. More larger and thicker lumps of shadow penetrated the air now, cloning themselves... more than one Scythe stood before me, ready to attack. "You called me." His voice was unusually deep and menacing, resonating like thunder in the environment. But I cared less; he could display an array of powers as much as he wanted, but he was going down today.

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.

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.

[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…”

but human again. I didn't choose the "Fantasy." I raised my hand, and the Red Blood in my veins turned into a **Scythe of Raw Data**. "I'm not 'Content,'" I told Marcus. I swung the scythe. I didn't hit Marcus. I hit the **Tablet**. The glass device shattered into a million pieces. The "Administrator Mode" vanished. Marcus was no longer a "Producer." He was just a man in a white suit, standing in the middle of five billion angry "Glitches."

ANYA The Thornveil estate glimmered with lanterns and ribbons that night, the grand hall filled with chatter and laughter. It was supposed to be my night, my eighteenth birthday, the night I would finally discover my mate. Being Beta’s first daughter meant the entire pack was invited. The Gamma family and their kin stood among the crowd, watching with keen eyes as the celebration unfolded, waiting to see who fate had chosen for me. “Poor Anya.” The whispers rippled as I made my way toward the cake.

“Well, then it’s time for your death reincarnate.” Screaming to their lungs out, as the both of them cowers in fear, yet could not even take a single move to run and save their lives. She laughs maniacally as she grabs the scythe and swirls it around like a toy she forever played upon. Drawing a pentagram unto the floor where the two of her prey are perfectly placed within the center of the inverted triangular star and inside the circle. Their screams are a music to her ears, as she laughs and screams. “More!”

I immediately harvest those strawberries 'till my basket is full and marched out of this small fence where Skye is standing under the big cotton tree. "I think this is already enough right?" I inquired and he just nod. Aunt Ciara and Sergeant will pay a visit to their friend in the near village so they asked us to harvest some strawberries and grapes for their friends, which is I think her favorite fruits. Skye and I got even closer to each other and visited each other's house like family. But one thing I still didn't do and now I must need to check is his room, cause he'd been refusing to let me sleep or even get inside his room even just for a second which makes me wonder that there's some