Scythe X Vinestaff Novels & Stories

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?”

who is he? 'V.A.S.' Khali frowned. 'Vincent Alexander Saavedra!' Khali looked at Rye. 'Vincent was Cassy's boyfriend then, and maybe Vincent killed Brady.'

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 once serene landscape now seemed cloaked in shadows, a stark reminder of the looming threat that awaited them. "Sorin!" a voice called out, breaking the eerie silence. They turned to see Stefan, one of the vineyard workers, hurrying towards them with urgency etched on his face. "What is it?" Sorin demanded, his heart racing with anticipation. Stefan skidded to a halt before them, gasping for breath. "Victor's men," he panted, fear flickering in his eyes. "They've been seen prowling around the vineyard. They're searching for something."

He spun her around so fast that she lost her balance, and he had to support her by wrapping a strong arm around her waist, pulling her even closer. “This is my world, Callie.” The way Vin whispered the words, only to her, made her think that he was almost apologetic. “This is who I am. Do you still think I’m gray?” Stepping away from the battered body of Cullen Reich, Vin spoke in a much louder voice. “Break his knees.” “What? Vin—“ But Vin’s words were absolute, Soren was already grabbing a sledgehammer from God-knows-where and Z looked like he’d just won tickets to Vegas.

, He tempts me with a cunning smile on his face. "Vlad , you're at it again, Syrus said not to see you within four meters of her space", Vincent says walking up to us. Now that he is close I can see the scar from where Syrus stabbed him. "I sent to have lost my way and bumped into the beautiful Eden",he says and grabs my hand ,I try to pull it away but I'm unmatched for his strength "make sure eti give it a thought,Eden",he says pricking one of my fingers with his fang and later licking the blood that appeared from the little puncture wound clean.

He looked like a psychopath whose anger already took control over his brain. Sylvester lifted his head and tried to stood up. He could see Gavin holding Gia's neck and her struggling for air. He stood up and shifted back to his human form as Blue was injured and tired. He moved his hand and hold the small knife which was given by Skyrim. He knew that he will only get one chance to kill Gavin and if he failed than no one can kill him again. He walked towards him and then grabbed his shoulder pulling Gavin to face him. The next second he stabbed the knife in his heart before Gavin could react.

Stone yet. “Doctor?” His gaze shifts, sliding toward Shaun with something loaded behind it. “Delighted..” He gestures loosely ahead. “Come. No need to keep the show waiting.” We move to one of the tables and sit, one by one. Xavier and Ryan take their places as well, though Vincent’s men remain standing—silent, looming, unmoving. Vincent, on the other hand, doesn’t even pretend to be subtle—he guides the woman onto his lap like she’s a trophy, and she settles there easily, he smile all teeth as if this—him—is exactly where she wants to be.

Storm was leading another team from the opposite direction of the exit so that the two teams would meet at a certain point. Vinca was done crying. The filthy bastards could do whatever they wanted with her and then kill her. Her reputation wouldn't matter if she was dead anyway. She closed her eyes and wished for death to come quickly. **** Storm and his men had found the truck in a field. It was covered with branches to make it look like an overgrown bush. Though it was dark, his trained eyes had noticed that the bush had a weird shape so they moved closer to it. Each of them had powerful rechargeable flashlights with them but because they didn't want to announce their presence, Storm switc