Scythe Trilogy Novels & Stories

No one would suspect you and they would usually talk and act recklessly in front of you. “The weapon,” It was a scythe. A retractable scythe that could tear heavy metals like paper and pierce through anything even the soul. Using it, they can open treasures long-buried and kill anyone like nobody's business. It's a precious little thing. And it's in the rightful and very capable hands. Me. •••

Balanced on one foot, Mathin withdrew his own gun and stood ready to aid should Scy need it. He didn’t. As relentless as death and hurricane-swift, he wove a dizzying light show around the were-beast that was every bit as skilled as Mathin’s. Fireworks exploded from their dueling blades, then the were-beast staggered. Scy’s blade leapt forward and impaled itself deep within the monster. Without a trace of remorse, Scy held it there until it had sizzled a black hole within the body cavity, burning away lungs and organs. The stink of burning hair and charred meat filled the air, and the were-beast’s eyes dimmed, then finally went dark. He was dead.

💔Hidden Scars💔 (😱😵More Unraveled Secrets😵😱) By: Kã Mä Râ . . ✏Written By: _____Authoress Kamara✍_____ . #Season_2: ✨Episode 14✨ . . 💋Harley💋 "It seems like someone is trailing us". "Huh?". "The car at the back ... I think its following us". He suggested. I look back. "Oh Shit!!".

His eyes were an amazing shade of gold, and just now they sparkled with the dark promise of death. Almost too fast to follow his movements, the dark-haired man crossed the room with its crumbling plaster walls and stood behind the wolf with two curved, ornate hand sickles already in his hands. The soft ringing of metal resounded as he swung with expert precision, not even brushing her hair with his blades while he decapitated her tormenter. The head that had just been level with hers went one direction, while the hands gripping her arms fell away and the body toppled to the floor on her other side. Her mouth fell open in stunned horror, then clamped firmly shut again as she was sprayed with

In their black robes, faces hidden and holding the scythe to steal the souls of whoever skin they would graze. “What the…” They took a step back, contemplating the situation. And to worsen it, Katastrofi, stabbed his scythe on the ground, using another spell, “Dirge For The Dead.” The ground cracked and the souls of the fallen soldiers from previous wars began to emerge, rotten to nothingness as their skeleton was left. He not only brought angels of death but also an army of dead skeletons, tougher than a human being. To eradicate all of them, he was not holding back this time. Ready to eliminate them.

She raised the Axe to swing at the Beta’s chest but suddenly the room filled with Smoke, obscuring everything for a few moments. When the smoke cleared, Mirrors and Smoke had grabbed the Soucouyant, each holding onto an arm. She was trying to throw them off, tugging at their holds, her left hand still clutching the Axe. Hayden swung his sword and in one swift motion he severed the Axe-wielding hand of the Soucouyant. She hissed in pain. The blood that oozed out of her arm was green like the vines she controlled. Titan grasped the handle of the Axe with the Soucouyant’s hand still clutching it, its fingers still moving. Hayden swung the Axe in a circular motion and with one sharp blow he chop

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

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

He didn't use fire-claws; he used a Shunt-Blade made of the broken glass from the Data-Farm. "We aren't 'Dirty Files,' Jackson!" Silas roared, his voice a chaotic mix of a thousand recovered memories. "We are the Record of your Failures! And you can't delete the truth while the witness is still breathing!". The clash between the Shunt-Blade and the Scythe of Living Memory was a Narrative Explosion. The loop of the square in my mind shattered. The obsidian-glass around my feet turned back into black ash. I was back in the foundry, my sunset-gold fire erupting with a brilliance that turned the molten starlight into white-hot emerald flame.

Neo’s POV Sitting at my desk, my mind is consumed by the image of Skyler, completely engulfed in those Scarabs she fondly referred to. It's astonishing how she fearlessly caressed them, treating them as harmless creatures, before they obediently scurried away from her and disappeared into the earth. It's as if they hold no threat, no potential for danger or death. This scene continues to play in my mind, leaving me both fascinated and perplexed by Skyler's unwavering trust in these seemingly treacherous insects.