Scythe Trilogy Novels & Stories

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

The scream that tore through the Blackwood courtyard was not divine; it was painfully, hideously human. Isabella Vance, stripped of her silver divinity and her vampire immortality, was a blurred streak of white silk and desperation as she lunged for Kaelen. In her hand, the silver dagger—the very blade that had severed Lyra’s soul three years ago—gleamed with a dull, hungry light. Lyra Thorne didn't shift. She didn't call upon the Void. She simply moved.

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 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."

rips through the air as Mike lands in front of Moira just in time. Mike's heart beats one last time in the vampire's hand before going still...Mike falls to the ground with a soft smile on his face. Scott's body convulses with rage. He rips the rogue's head off with ease. His skin splits, his face morphs, claws rip through his fingertips as he shifts. A giant black wolf that rivals even Alpha's size lunges at the shocked Vampire. Tearing his heart out instantly. Scott's new wolf shields Moira as she cries over Mike's dead body.

" ugh I didn't sleep after that,not like I need sleep anyway " he said as he walked through the mountain forest with obviously no destination in mind. ' this was stupid I have no idea where I'm supposed to look incidentally I've found the material the clients looking for maybe I should track those succubi and ask some questions after all I know there are more since that one yesterday wasn't alone ' Meanwhile at the succubi lair they where discussing what became of their proud companion,but as they where discussing.

“I need it. It’s Ezrand – he’s been attacked.” The world fell down around me, and I with it. The fabric of reality ripped, the floor crumbling beneath my feet. We weren’t safe, and it wasn’t over. How could we have been so naïve to think that it was? Perhaps I’d been so desperate to push the supernatural behind me that I’d missed the signs. I’d tucked away any and all suspicions, and I’d forced myself to forget Cythraul’s warnings. Then oblivion took hold of me, even as I heard the creak of Skye’s footsteps on the floorboards behind me, curious but timid. Oblivion took hold of me, and a chamber of ice encased my swollen heart.

Yon said in between tears and Blaze once again hid his face in Swift's chest who was laughing now. Someone tells him whether or not he knew his big baby. ************** Swift was discharged by night. He asked Trist about the culprit and asked him to guard her just for one more night. It wasn’t about him. It was about his Alpha. Someone tried to kill the Alpha, and that, he wouldn’t tolerate.

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.”

"Amaranth, you must have been begging me to save you, too, didn’t you? You must have felt so hopeless because of my dismissal. I could have saved you…" Then, tears began to stream from his face. "And yet, I chose to save this murderer and abandoned you… You and our baby. You must hate me..." Soon, the flames spread throughout the room. Reya had curled up from the pain of being scorched alive. She ended up in a similar state I was in when I died. Despite witnessing the tragedy, there was nothing I could do to call for help. Luther looked on at the horrifying display before calmly stepping into the column of smoke.