Scythe Trilogy Novels & Stories

“You have to cut the connection!” “I can’t— it’s inside me!” He reached her in a blur, grabbing her wrist and forcing her hand downward. Their fingers overlapped around the scythe’s handle, the combined power of their essence igniting the weapon in brilliant light. “Then we sever it together!” They drove the scythe downward, plunging it into the ground. Light exploded from the point of impact, tearing through the corrupted energy in violent, sweeping arcs. The entity shrieked, its form fracturing into shards of black glass that screamed as they fell.

Beta Richard said with urgency and carried his son, rushing out of the living room. “I'll come with you.” Veronica said, and tried to follow him but was stopped by Beta Lily. “You don't have to come with us. Just stay back.” She said, and Veronica nodded sadly. In no time, they were out of the house with Scott, who kept crying out of pain. He had pieces of broken glass stuck in some parts of his body. “Open the gates.” Beta Richard thundered to the servants, who swiftly did as they were told without asking any questions.

Tresicta came at her from the side scythe making contact with her cheek, but before she could just breeze past, she collided into her arm and she brought the powerful woman onto her back once again. Sapphire flipped back, almost taking the blade of her other scythe as it came out of the air. She couldn’t answer the questions of how things kept appearing when she heard it. Steel coming towards her and it went across her shoulder and so did another one over the other shoulder and beside both legs and she was bound.

The screen flashed with mocking symbols and a progress bar showing the data extraction in real time, accompanied by taunting messages from foreign hackers. "What—what do I do?! I don't know how to handle this!" Her voice cracked as she stared helplessly at the screen. "It's over," Julian muttered, his voice hollow. "It's all over." Watching the data drain away, he swayed unsteadily, realizing just how doomed he was. In desperation, his gaze fell on me, standing calm and composed to the side. A spark of hope flickered in his eyes as he yanked me toward the computer. "Skye! You know this stuff—you can fix it, right?"

I block, but I feel my bones crack under the intense force. I jump back, recalling the scythe and healing my hands. Erebus didn’t give me that luxury. He grabbed my arm and smashed me into the ground. It shattered and cracks tore through the ground for miles. My whole body erupted in pain, as I gritted my teeth and waited. Erebus' eyes glowed again, this time a fiery red. This is different. Disintegration. Oh dear. “Come on...” The red glowing eyes grew brighter and brighter like twin red suns. Then I heard the sound of metal tearing and the eyes stopped getting bigger. I looked down to see the tip of the scythe going through his chest. Immediately, he was pulled back into the air, and he s

Thank you for reeding <3 This book was first part of trilogy. Next part will be named "Shadows of Heart : Blood Pact". Introduction : The world teeters on the edge of chaos in the wake of the battle at Caelum's bastion. Zoe emerged from the ashes with scars that run deep - losses that haunt her and secrets that threaten to unravel her. The dark sorcerer may be defeated, but his twisted legacy lives on, spreading discord across the realms.

“But I promise I will always come back to you.” It wasn’t enough, but it was all I could give. Moments later, I was in the woods, the patrol moving like shadows at my back. The night air was sharp, damp, charged with something I couldn’t name. My senses stretched out, listening, searching. And then I caught it. Blood. But beneath it… something else. Something fragile. Something that struck deep into the core of me. Orion roared. There. She is there. Through the trees, by a large tree, I saw her. A girl, broken and pale, her body slumped against the earth. Blood streaked her arm, her clothes torn, dirt staining her skin. She looked far too fragile for the life of a wolf.

"Both of them. My team has them." I heard Beatrice's voice from somewhere behind me, calling my name, and my son's small voice underneath hers, and the sounds reached my wolf and he settled inside me with a contentment that spread through my failing body like warmth. I let go. The floor caught me, and the darkness was immediate and complete, and the last thing I heard was Beatrice screaming my name, and the last thing I felt was Henry's hands on my shoulders, and then nothing. Beatrice's POV

And now, when we met again, I was already bones in the ground—and she had become a powerful, influential billionaire. But Nicky was sick. And she needed me. So she came looking for me—the man she hated with every fiber of her being—and unleashed her vengeance on everyone I loved. But I was already dead. Suddenly, Adeline's cold voice cut through my thoughts, pulling me back. "If Samuel won't show himself, I'll just have to turn up the pressure." My stilled heart lurched. The next instant, Adeline gave the order. Her men swarmed my elderly father and hanged him alive—right there, in front of my grave.

Her pale finger rested on a half-drawn rune traced in her own blood. Those eyes, once full of stars, held no grievances. No hatred. Just a suffocating sense of finality and relief. She looked at me like I was a total stranger. Like I meant absolutely nothing. The realization made my blood run cold. Right then, a dull snap echoed deep in my soul. It was our mate bond forged by the River Styx. The tie that neither life nor death could cut. Now, it was severed. Dead silence. Absolute dead silence. I snatched my scrying glass. My fingers shook. I recklessly forced my Underworld magic into the mirror.