Romans & histoires Scythe X Vinestaff

Maeve was relieved, feeling like she escaped but by the time she reached the door, Dylan spoke, “Vincent Thomas is waiting in the car. He will take you to the scum.” The smile on Maeve’s face was frozen as she recalled that her bodyguard and driver, Vincent, was Dylan’s spy.

Our parents are used to our banter. “I see Mom gave you your gift. Well, let me give you my gift.” Dad says with a grin as he waves his hand, and shadows swarm around his hand. When the shadows disappear, there is a war scythe in his hands. It’s almost identical to his. Except where his has black details, mine has dark purple. The top part of the blade has jimpings as the blade curves toward where it meets the staff; it has dark purple bone-like fragments sticking from it. On the bottom of the staff, there is a badass-looking skull with purple jeweled eyes. “It’s time you had your own war scythe for reaping souls.”

“Well… I mean… people talk.” Paulo didn’t respond. Lewis crosses his arms defensively. “I swear, I didn’t know it was him.” Before Paulo could reply, another man walks in and stops at the doorway. He was wearing a plain black shirt and moves with quiet confidence. “Paulo,” the man said. Paulo turns toward him. “What?” “Madam Stygian is awake,” the man answered. Paulo’s expression changes slightly. “That's good news,” he said to the man.

SILVAN “That was quick.” I raise a brow as the capo of the Nosa Costra strolls into my office like it’s just another random day. As usual, my spacious office suddenly feels smaller and a thousand degrees cooler when he walks in. Vincent Bianchi, A.K.A The Skull, lowers his broad frame into the chair in front of my desk, his suit jacket falling open to reveal the guns that are neatly tucked to his waistband. Three guns to be precise.

She sent a quick message to Damien, then to Sebastian: “Don’t follow. I need to handle this. Trust me. Scarlett arrived alone, a storm raging inside her. She entered the abandoned warehouse, her boots echoing on the cracked floor. Nina was tied to a chair, tears streaming down her cheeks. Vincent stepped out of the shadows, clapping slowly. “Scarlett Hayes. The woman who thinks she can dance with the devil and not get burned.” Scarlett’s jaw tightened. “Let her go, Vincent. She’s innocent.” Vincent’s lips curled into a cruel smile. “Innocence is a luxury in this world. You took something from me, Scarlett. Your precious Sebastian and Damien humiliated me.” He stepped closer, lifting a strand

I've been showing up for appointments with the pack doctor at Blue Silver for the past two weeks since I arrived. He's not who I used to know, and his name is Xavier Scythe. When Ava refused to take me in because of our last encounter, Xavier showed Kyra and I a roof over our head. He is also the next catch as Kyra put it. She wants me to take on his advances and use him to forget all about Zeke. I try. I actually put in effort.

He accepted the blood bag storage box with a smile. "Thank you, Dad." Zach nodded, smiling, and let Vincent into his room to replenish his body with nutrition. Zach took a deep breath when he saw Vincent. He knows that Vincent must recover, perhaps with Kyron's help. Zach had to act quickly. He had to ensure that Kyron was a vampire antivirus and that Scott could enter as Horus' employee to guard Vincent. *** "Sir, this is Scott Gillian, our new technician in server protection in the maintenance division. He will replace Jose Suarez, whom we fired last month." In his room, Vincent introduces Scott to Anderson.

he starts, and that’s it, that’s enough to stoke the fire again. “So all vampires are our friends now?” I snap. “No.” Aiden glares back at me, the first sign of anger I’ve seen from him so far today. “Sutcliffe was working with two other vampires, Whitfield and Ewing. Whitfield’s sire was Laurence Taylor- the vampire I staked a while ago, before we met- and Taylor was Cavendish’s rival. We, uh, did Cavendish a favour by taking out Whitfield and a chunk of his organisation.”