Scythe X Vinestaff Novels & Stories

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.

Though I can't really point out if there's any difference between it and what Stella has. "The damage of that scythe would depend on how strong the user is, Celestina. If you're weaker than Stella, then even if you're given the most powerful scythe in this realm, it wouldn't change the fact that Stella is stronger than you," Siege said as if he could read what was running through my mind. I held on to the tip of the scythe, only to be wounded by it. "Ouch," I uttered, and I was surprised by how Siege claimed it with his index finger as he sipped on it to eradicate the blood coming out of it.

Rob turned his deadly gaze to Vael and Ruffus who shriveled at the piercing look "Sir...he was all alone and..." before Vael could finish talking blood splattered all over as he drowned to the ground.He coughed and sneezed trying his best to breath but his sliced neck would not let him.Xavier just watched from a distance in horror his hands shaking uncontrollably and to say he was more than scared would be an understatement.He was terrified.Ruffus seeing the fate of his fellow turned torwards the exit and ran for his life but Rob being,a proffesional assassin found that move rather stupid.He swiftly threw his sword at a running Ruffus piercing his back and coming out through his stomach.A gr

In his gloved hands, he held a long, silver-headed staff etched with the royal seals of the old lineage—the very seals we thought had been burned during the first winter purge. "You look remarkably small without your fire, Queen Lyra," Vane said, his smooth, aristocratic voice carrying clearly over the howling wind. He adjusted his grip on the silver staff, his golden eyes flashing with a cold, calculating indifference that matched the winter around us. "And you, Alpha Killian. To see the terror of the Western Spires reduced to a frozen weight on a cliffside... it is almost tragic."

“Do you know why? Because she doesn’t drain me. She feeds me. Just as I feed her. We are symbiosis. We are balance. We are what the books never predicted.” “The Council… the Council will want to know about this…” “The Council will find out soon enough.” I tilted my head. “And it will learn.” I extended my hand to the side, and the air tore open in violet and silver. My black scythe slid out of the pocket dimension, the ebony handle fitting perfectly in my palm. The curved blade gleamed, ancient runes pulsing in shades of violet. The leader looked at the scythe. Then at me. “That is… a scythe of death…”

They didn't just break; they disintegrated into molten slag. ​I stepped up beside him, my feet crunching on the glass. The violet Scythe in my hand was longer now, the energy jagged and unstable. I didn't just feel powerful; I felt like a storm that had finally broken its leashes. ​"They’re coming from the rafters!" I shouted. ​I didn't swing. I pointed the tip of the Scythe at the ceiling. A bolt of violet lightning shot upward, chaining through the iron supports. The Reapers clinging to the shadows were fried instantly, falling like heavy, black rain onto the stone floor.

From that moment on, she lived in Mira's shadow. Mira was the sick one, the fragile one, so all the love went to her. Sasha got used to giving things up—bedrooms, friends, competition spots. But there was one thing she wouldn't let go of. The boy she'd fallen for the second she saw him—Vincent Scythe, heir to the Scythe family. He used to be untouchable, a golden boy in the clouds. Then a car crash after his birthday banquet left him blind and stashed away in some far-off estate.

He, like me, doesn’t want to hurt Vittoria, not after she has just made herself known. Scythe and I enter the bedroom. We have gotten a lot closer over the last few days. He is a good guy and a demon in bed. The man can suck a lemon through a garden hose. We haven’t all done anything together yet and I can see Rebel is needing a release. She has already had sex with me back in the club. But she has never done anything like that with Scythe.