Scythe Trilogy 소설 & 이야기

He could feel the power radiating from her—a clean, sharp energy that seemed to slice through the oppressive gloom of the cellar. Suddenly, the bronze door didn't open; it shrieked. A mass of shadow and solidified blood began to seep through the seams of the vault, coalescing into a towering, hooded figure with hollow pits where its eyes should have been. The Blood-Wraith lunged, its scream a sonic vibration that felt like glass shattering inside Scarlett’s head. "Scarlett!" Caleb roared.

"It's possible that Alpha Grayson doesn't know Thantos's reputation for killing children." The fire in Iselyn's eyes continues to burn as she glares at him. "Screw you." "You're purebloods," Jace says. "Royalty in Thantos's eyes. It's also possible that he'd rather offer you some kind of deal than kill you and waste your blood." "Yeah," Ice scoffs. "So it's really a fifty-fifty split." I say softly. "Between whether his love of blood trumps his loathing of our father."

He raised his staff, and the air thickened with the stench of decay. Roots, black and thorned, erupted from the ground, wrapping around their legs, yanking them down. Lydia shouted, throwing a blast of light toward the staff. It struck true, splintering the weapon. The Herald hissed but did not fall. "You think light will save you?" he snarled. "Light is a lie." He raised his hands again, and this time, the sarcophagus cracked open. A scream, not of this world, tore through the chamber, a scream that melted stone and turned blood to ice. Something was awakening. Mitchell stirred, eyes fluttering open. She saw it, the shape rising from the coffin. Wings of smoke. Eyes like burning pits.

They were small, dusty specks moving across the salt flats, bringing the survivors of the South toward the new center of the world. ​But as I watched them, a cold shiver ran down my spine. It wasn’t the resonance of the planet, and it wasn’t the fear of the High Architects. It was something else. A flicker of something ancient and hungry, deep in the dark places of the Scrapyard that even the turquoise light hadn’t reached. ​Thorne felt it too. I saw his hand drift toward the hilt of his vibro blade, his eyes narrowing as he scanned the shadows of the deeper canyons.

The cold metal sung as it sliced through the air, a heartbeat from my flesh- “There,” he said softly. I felt the blade kiss my skin, light as a feather, and then its touch disappeared. Reeling, I opened my eyes and gazed up at him in terror. The scythe was gone. His chthonic laughter shook the ground like disembodied thunder. I collapsed to my hands and knees. “This isn't funny at all,” I sobbed. Tears burned my eyes. I wiped snot from my nose. “You're heartless and sadistic.”

If Yule could cut Derek’s and Polaris’ souls apart, Derek would lose his ability of malignancy. No wonder Derek had broken the scythe apart and hid its parts. He knew it all this time. The only weapon that could kill him was the Nyx scythe. Their fight got more and more intense. It was difficult for me to cope up to their attacks and the speed with which they cannoned into one another. Yule’s wolf was trying to pacify Killian, while Yule was trying to pierce the scythe into his heart. Yuki formed itself from the fire lit on the grounds and distracted the shadow eaters while Hikari forced his way into the portal.

Wearing a blue dress, her delicate features resembled Thea’s. The moment she walked over to Sophie, she noticed the bizarrely-shaped scythe in front of Sophie. For some reason, she could feel a sense of familiarity with the scythe. Upon being reminded of the scythe within her body, her mind stirred, and a scythe materialized before her. Immediately, the it flew forward and blocked the bizarrely-shaped scythe that intended to deal Sophie the killing blow.

I wipe off blood from my nose and snap it back in place “Last chance, tell me where to find that bastard and you might be alive to rebuild” “Don't underestimate me just because you were able to land an attack on me” blood drips from her face and she slowly walks to me Death Scythe emerges from my shadow and floats beside me before I grip it firmly and run to her. I perform a front thrust, pushing Death Scythe to her face but Madame Abigail steps to the side and i turn it over making the blade curl behind her and then pull it back fast

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.

Damon rubbed his eyes. He wanted to believe that. It was stupid, really. If this whole thing with talking was just meant to get him to drop his guard, then it was working. Wasn’t he smarter than this? He tried to pull his anger and hate forward, to shield himself from unfortunate emotions—but he was so tired of being angry. He sighed as he turned toward her. "How many witches are in Scanthin ?” “I only know about one,And that is me Scarlett." Scar murmured, holding herself tightly.Damon advanced on her and she backed into the wall, staring up at him with wide eyes. “Why should I believe you?”