Scythe X Vinestaff Novels & Stories

Rei took a few steps closer to Troy and Briar. Putting his hand on Rei’s arm he whispered in his ear and Rei visibly calmed down. “You realize there are 3 wolves right outside her window, and the big guys are right downstairs waiting my signal. He’s not getting anywhere with Briar. I promise.” Scythe told Rei. “Fine. It’s your show. Go get her. I’ll hold back for now.” Rei replied. “Good, now Rei, please back up, you don’t want any this.” Scythe pushed Rei behind him as he started to release his aura. A low to the ground mist started curling around Scythe until it manifested a scythe like weapon with incredible reach.

Steve falls on his feet coughing out blood while trying to tie his right arm. “At long last you will be mine” he said staring at the Death Scythe laying on the ground Sage Henri appears out of nowhere and lands a heavy kick on Steve “Stay away from the Scythe boy” he said and forms a barrier on the scythe Steve comes out of the broken walls that cushioned his fall, his face is looking pale and blood dripping from his body “Curse you Sage! I guess I will come back when I heal up” “I won’t let you escape!” he fires a dozen shadow balls at him

“It looks like I’ve finally found a way to bring you back, my king.” He closed the coffin slowly, each creak of the wood echoing in the quiet chamber, then shut the doors firmly behind him before climbing the stone steps to the waiting crowd of his men. His expression was resolute as he commanded, “Everyone, gather.” The vampires assembled swiftly, their dark eyes trained on the rock he held out. One by one, each vampire stepped forward, inhaling the scent clinging to the stone, absorbing its subtle but distinct markers. When they had all memorised the scent, he withdrew the stone and let the silence stretch before speaking.

Then, slowly, he steps back. Xavier: "There's no one outside. But I can smell something... metallic. Sharp." Blythe (stiffening): "You think they're close?" Xavier: "I think the game just moved ahead of us." Blythe: "They'll come for you first." Xavier: "Let them." Blythe (gripping his arm): "You think they'll kill you fast. But Vito doesn't kill fast. He kills with trials. With whispers." Xavier:

he said and I remembered everything that happened, how Cyrus died and how I had passed out while trying to bring him back to life. “How is Cyrus, is he alive” “What are you talking about Scarlet,” he asked as he handed the cup of coffee to me. I took the cup of coffee from him “Cyrus died yesterday, he was stabbed. Tanya and I tried to revive him with the blood moon flower. Vincent laughed lightly “are you seeing visions now” he touched my head “Cyrus didn’t die and he is too powerful to be killed by a stab” “It was because he was weak, he lost most of his energy”

warned Venom. Cory was still burning as many vines as she could again while Hayden shifted back to his human form, threw his cloak on and drew his sword, using it to slash away the encroaching vines. Titan had backed the Soucouyant into a corner now but she was relentless. She raised the Axe to swing at the Beta’s chest but suddenly the room filled with Smoke, obscuring everything for a few moments.

“Of course I am. I have no reason to lie. You have my brother in your dungeon. You have to let him go.” “Do I?” the vampire murmured. My stomach tightened. “Your brother stole from us,” he continued. “And we don’t tolerate that.” “What did he steal?” I blurted. “I’ll pay you back.” He smiled fully, fangs gleaming. “No amount of money could pay for it. And payment isn’t the point. It is the principle.” My heart sank. “And who are you?” I asked quietly. “We are the Penumbra Syndicate,” he said. “I am Xavier Nero. This is Kaelen Frost.” He motioned to the scarred Fae. “And Lysander Hale.”

Celeste screams out from inside the car. Fuck her. "Shut the fuck up, Celeste," Vincent shouts at her, and she goes mute. Vincent walks towards the guy slowly, trying to coax him into releasing me. As Vincent lunges for him, the guy pushes to the side and stabs something into Vincent's thigh. A syringe? Oh no. I scream for the second time today. The guy runs away, and Vincent falls to the floor. Brent rushes to him, and I move too, but Celeste pushes me back.

Behind him, Wendy's laptop crashed entirely, the screen going black for good. Having had enough entertainment for the day, I turned to leave, but Julian grabbed my arm. His face was pale and desperate, his voice trembling. "Skye, I was wrong. I shouldn't have treated you that way. Please, I'm begging you—help me recover the company's database!" I yanked my arm free and met his gaze coldly. "Why should I help you? Didn't you hear Old Mr. Fraser? My rate starts at six figures—and you, Julian, can't even afford me. I stopped working for your scraps a long time ago."