Scythe X Vinestaff Novels & Stories

✮•✮•✮•✮ ••DINING HALL•• The crew were gathered round the dining table, having their breakfast while chatting. "This sauce is really good! Here Scythe has a taste!" Indigo pointed her spoon to Scythe. Vitto looked up at them. "Uhh" Scythe made to speak but she shoved the spoon inside his mouth. "Nice right?" She smiled and nodded, staring at her lips that were tainted with sauce. He raised his thumb and wiped it off but.. "There's sauce on your lips" Vitto immediately said.

Even the steady drip of water from somewhere in the back stilled in the silence she brought with her. Vincent didn’t even flinch. He was standing near the long metay table, sleeves rolled up, a faint streak of dried blood along his forearm. His fingers were curled loosely around a scalpel he wasn’t using, the blade catching a thin glint of light from the overhead lamp. He barely turned his head, his dark hair falling into his eyes as he replied, “Working.”

Zeve said. “Scythe was broken… into two pieces by the lord… and he hid them in different places, things or people… that’s all I know about the scythe…” “Oh, is that so? No wonder I wasn’t able to trace its mana…” “Mayavi?” Kaltain’s voice was turning fainter and fainter. Zeve chuckled. “You really thought I would keep my words…”

“Maybe. But if I don’t go, I’ll never know what I am. I’ll never stop Lorne. And I’ll never be free.” He ran a hand through his hair. “You really want to do this?” “Yes.” He grinned. “Then let’s make it messy.” --- Elsewhere… Vincent was already two steps ahead. Sitting in a diner that hadn’t changed since the '80s, he slid a USB across the table to an older woman with sharp eyes and sharper cheekbones. Cassie Crane. Ex-agent. Rogue wolf. And hacker extraordinaire. “You sure you want back in?” he asked.

“If you’re dead?” “My children will avenge me.” Aster snorted. “Then I’ll kill them too. I’ll wipe your entire bloodline from the face of the earth if I must.” Her words made his blood run cold. He had no idea if what came back was fully her. His Aster. But he’d worry about that later. It was as if nature itself held its breath. Everything went quiet, the only sound was that of his sword slashing through the air. Swinging it in a circle over his head, he brought the weapon round, cutting into Cyrus’s neck. The blade easily sliced through skin, tendons and flesh, but got stuck halfway through the ancient vampire’s unnaturally hard cervical spine.

Lysander, Kylie, and Kim stood united, their determination unwavering. “Alright,” The Viper finally said, his voice grudging. “I’ll tell you what you want to know. But you won’t like it.” Over the next few hours, The Viper revealed critical information about the Syndicate’s operations. He provided details about their safe houses, supply routes, and key personnel. He also mentioned a high-ranking Syndicate member named Vincent, who was planning a major operation that could cripple their efforts. As they pieced together the information, Lysander and his team formulated a plan. They needed to infiltrate the Syndicate and gather more intelligence. It was a risky move, but it was their best chanc

They turned a brilliant, haunting violet. The lead soldier of the Neutrality Pact stepped forward and removed his helmet. It wasn't a stranger. It was Xavier Thorne but his skin was perfect, his eyes were clear, and he looked healthy. "Surprised, Maya?" Xavier laughed, his voice echoing in the narrow alley. "The Xavier you saw die on the Island was just a decoy. The Board doesn't waste its best assets on explosions. I’ve been working with the Swiss-Vance families all along. Now, give me the old man, and maybe I’ll let you keep one of the twins.

His chest rose and fell in jagged, shallow gasps, his lips parted as if he were trying to find a word that had been erased from his vocabulary. ​"Xavier," Scarlett whispered, her own voice cracking against the high-frequency hum of the server blades. ​He didn't look at her. He was staring at the tablet screen, at the tiny, grainy black-and-white image of the reinforced wine vault where his sixteen-year-old brother was curled up in a leather chair, completely oblivious to the digital executioner sitting right outside the steel frame.

“She only had his scent on her skin. Nothing more. If she had betrayed us, we would have felt it. Release her.” Elder Tasha shook her head, unmoved. “There’s the matter of the wine. Wolfsbane mixed with Garnicia pollen—it’s no ordinary drug. With that in her system, you wouldn’t have been able to sense her, even if you tried.” Her gaze turned to me, cold and accusatory. “And she was in charge of the food and drink selection. You can’t ask us to ignore evidence that incriminates her so plainly.” Clay let out a bitter laugh. “Can’t ignore it or won’t ignore it? It seems as though Scarlett is on trial here not as our mate, but as a Vladislav.” His words echoed in the hall, filled with defiance

The dense thorns of the vine had left countless bloody spots on her fair skin. “It hurts so bad, Senior!” Waltz cried out with a pout on her face. However, Alex was frowning. He could smell something bloody. It wasn’t blood from Waltz’s body. Instead, the bloody scent came from the burnt vine. It was a slightly pungent smell that reminded him of festering pig’s blood. Alex grabbed the Stake of Exorcism by his belt and forcefully cut off one of the fresh vines. The next moment, blood began gushing out from the opening on the vine.