Scythe Trilogy Novels & Stories

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."

Pain shot through my head as loud smacking sounds echoed. Just then, something fell from my head. Looking down, I saw two large black scorpions. Sarah's face was pale. She gritted her teeth and stomped on each scorpion, crushing them both. My heart pounded like a drum, my legs went weak, and I collapsed onto the long bench. Sarah also slumped into the wooden reclining chair, gasping for breath. As my terror began to settle, my eyes unconsciously fell on the mess of scorpion remains. I wasn't sure if my eyes were playing tricks on me, but the crushed remains seemed to be moving on their own.

Each step was agony as Scarlett hauled herself through the frost-kissed halls, her body a ruin from Winter’s claws, blood dripping from her right shoulder and side, she pressed a trembling hand to the gashes, her other palm scraping the icy stone walls for support. Her silver hair hung matted with sweat and blood, her honey-brown eyes clouded with grief—Skye’s betrayal and her own defiance turned to pain, crushed under the Lycan’s wrath.

The world outside seemed calm and distant, providing a quiet space for her thoughts to settle amid the uncertainty she felt inside. Glancing at her watch, Celeste realized it was almost six in the evening, and the sky was beginning to darken. The soft glow of twilight was settling over the neighborhood, casting long shadows across the streets. Despite the fading light, her eyes caught a familiar figure stepping out from a sleek white SUV parked nearby. It was Marcus. The sight made her heart skip a beat, a mix of surprise and curiosity flooding her thoughts. She couldn’t help but watch quietly, grateful that no one seemed to notice her lingering gaze.

I kept rolling up and front but couldn't sleep and as soon as the day breaks, I got out of the car and stood out here in the snow It felt like I have been living a lie all my life and everything just seemed to be interwoven, I don't know who to trust and when to trust. My life all these years have one way or the other been controlled. I was turned to a video game that can be played anyhow you want and in any direction you desire. It all started with the death of Sarah Jordan and now I'm caught between a web of deceits and facing betrayal from those I once trusted. And now I have no idea about what lies ahead of me and how prepared I am to face it. "Let's get back to the car we have a journey

The contents of the bullet were later found to be pure silver and wolfsbane. It had continued since then, with him meeting a dead end whenever he tracked them. He had once tracked them to a pack, and it turns out that everyone in there was massacred. He felt his Lycan whimper and howl in sadness. It was where he found the body of that fake mate that nearly drove him mad. He even contemplated ending everything then, but thankfully he did not. Someone has been planning forever, cutting through corners to get his family, and this person was good at covering his tracks, killing every lead that they ever got.

“Try me.” Somewhere, Vince curses under his breath. “Lower the gun, Soyer, before my brother embarrasses my family any further.” When Soyer’s gun falls from my temple, I turn to look at Vince. He’s the scariest human I’ve ever met. A living, breathing nightmare that plagues every second of my life. Vince glares at me, his soulless, midnight irises slashing at my skin. If I don’t die today, he’ll make me pay.

But before I could reach their hand Bryce had already slapped the hand of the two. “No touching.” Nothing change of him. Still possessive. That’s the difference between him and Bryle. They’re twins but have a different attitude. Bryce is playful, he likes to make fun of me. He used to smile. But if he’s in a serious mode, don’t approach him, or you’ll see your grave earlier than you imagine. While Bryle is stoic and cold, but not with me. He’s also like bryce, possessive. But much more possessive than bryce. He even beat daddy for being over protective of me. Until now that I’m twenty, they have a motto for my suitors. ‘Brothers first, before sister’. They look stupid.

I felt relief, gratitude, and love for Luthias as I watched Charles crumple to the floor. Seeing the fate of their leader, vampires started retreating. I’d almost settled the adrenaline from the battle back down in my veins when a powerful burst of energy knocked Luthias to the ground. I gasped with horror as I watched Sybil step out from a thick mist with her hands spread wide like I was taught to do while performing magic. Was Sybil the witch who broke through the shield over Verso?

she said, finding my confused gaze again. "Aaron? But their nests are impossible to find. Not unless... light have mercy," I said, feeling like I'd been punched in the chest. "We're gonna go," Lills mumbled, getting to her feet. I nodded, too lost for words to find the one's that would make her stay. Scorchers were dangerous, a militia that stood outside the rules and laws the rest of us lived by. They were those who'd committed their lives to the destruction of every non human creature beyond the borders of the Diarna, the furthest mining town in the south. They married their work and bred for numbers. They were smart, strong and loyal to a fault and would rather see our entire world blaze