Scythe X Vinestaff 소설 & 이야기

“Where is Skylar?” “He's kicking ass and putting a major dent in their army,” Lance replied and grunted. “Hang on. I'm coming!” Art said, then closed the link. “Follow the vines,” Art said after forcing Nikolai's link open. “I am,” he replied. Art was shocked by the mangled mess Skylar's Vines made of the dead bodies. His vines twisted through and around their bodies, leaving behind mangled, bloodied corpses. The trees rush by, and before they know it, they're in Victor's pack.

_____ As the moon hung low in the night sky, casting an ethereal glow over the birthing sanctuary, Adrian and Seraphina prepared to confront the enemies and unresolved issues that threatened the fragile peace they had worked so hard to establish. A dark figure emerged from the shadows, a remnant of the past with vengeance burning in its eyes. It was Vincent, a vampire elder who had harbored a deep-seated grudge against the union of werewolves and vampires. His presence sent a shiver down the spines of those gathered in the sanctuary. Vincent sneered at the couple, his voice dripping with disdain. "I warned you both that this fragile peace was a farce. You've allowed your sentimental desires

Granted, Jamie and Christian had done experiment after experiment on tissue samples to try to find something that could kill a Hybrid and had continuously come up short, but they probably didn’t know there was a chance scandium could kill her--or who knows what other elements the Vampires might’ve put into that explosion. Brandon was growing more desperate in his rock moving, shouting and cussing at people to come and help. A lot of the wounded were healed now, the Healers having done their best. Jo looked over her shoulder and saw Scott and Cale both kneeling next to Ping. Scott saw her staring and slowly shook his head. “Anyone else?” she asked him through her IAC. “No, he’s the only one,”

Pensive, she furrowed her eyebrows. About a minute later… “The Scythe of Judgment.” She uttered a few words. “What?” James did not understand the meaning of those words. As Winnie was clueless as well, she looked at Sophie with a curious look on her face. Callan did the same. However, though he had no idea what the black scythe was, he knew long ago that Winnie was a Grand Supernatural. Sophie shook her head and said, “I can’t be sure either. Wait here while I flip through the ancient texts.”

Bryce stomped down hard, snapping the Stafford butler's right hand—the one holding the knife. "Ahhh!" More sickening cracks followed. One by one, the Stafford butler's limbs were crushed underfoot. He collapsed into the blood like a heap of broken flesh, unable even to crawl. Bryce spat out a mouthful of blood-tinged saliva, killing intent blazing in his eyes. "The Stafford family of Scallow City, huh? Tomorrow, I'll bring my men and flatten your ancestral graves—make you pay back every last bit, with interest!" The next morning, I sat calmly on the sofa, sipping hot tea at a leisurely pace.

At Alec’s questioning look I added, “My mother told me of the Scythe being stolen a thousand or so years ago from her coven.” "We will have to expect Alpha Kylen to use that to catch us off guard." Alec pointed out. Thane nodded. “Maybe we can get it from them somehow. You know what it looks like. Can you draw it?” “It looks like any scythe, but the blade is black and there are Celtic symbols down the handle. I’m not much of an artist, but I’ll give it a shot. I rose and walked to the printer, grabbing a sheet of paper, and returned to sit in Anders' lap as he passed me a pen. His arms tightened around my waist, distracting me as I drew the weapon to the best of my ability, drawing out the s

He’s confident, skilled in his craft and wicked with war scythe. Zane uses a war scythe to harvest the souls to bring back to Death. It’s where the whole concept of the grim reaper's image comes from in the human world. It’s because they took the idea from Zane’s coven. Of course, at the time, they didn’t know. They thought it was all made-up shit in stories. Zane’s war scythe is a badass. The top part of the blade has jimppings as the blade curves toward where it meets the staff; it has black bone-like fragments sticking from it. On the bottom of the staff, there is a badass-looking skull.

he explained and took out a piece of rolled up plastic under his arm, threw it open like a blanket and laid it next to her. Skyler managed to turn her head and saw shocked its a body bag "You, are going to close me in that!?" He lifted her into the bag and zipped it up to under her chest "Oh, don't worry my beauty, this is just so the ash doesn't stain your carpets" "What!?" Vincent took out a rather hefty weapon and aimed at her heart "See you soon okay?" He said and fired the silver stake into her chest, it made her ash into skeletal remains then he zipped up the body bag, carefully lifting it and left.

I let the door click shut slowly, only to feel the blood drain from my body as my knees nearly buckled. I stood less than a foot from a zombie with its hands cupped over its mouth, muffling its barely audible wheeze. It was the old man, his coat mostly gone—only the right sleeve of his gray puffer remained. Bites and deep gashes covered his body, black veins spider-webbing around every wound. A cold hand gripped my shoulder, making me jump so hard my stomach cramped. I whipped around to see Trey silently shushing me as he pointed at the sled. One of our blankets was wrapped around the metal skates.

Aleister wondered out loud, clearly impressed by the witch's armory. Ruby pressed a certain button on the wall and the shelf lined with knives separated like a sliding door presenting a variety of scythes. There was a scythe entirely made out of fishbone, there was an ill-proportioned one with a heart-shaped ruby and thorns, he saw another scythe where the blade is completely made out of ice making him wonder how it hadn't melted yet, one impressive scythe had a golden handle styled as a dragon and from its mouth protrudes a crimson metal. The weapon bore great power and he can feel it merely by looking at its blade. Aleister then noticed a black scythe that made shivers run up his spine. Th