Novel & Cerita Scythe X Vinestaff

"And I’m not here for small talk. I heard the Vane family is looking for someone to break a 'special' seal on their ancestral vault. The pay is half a million, cash." Silas glanced nervously at Caleb, then back to Scarlett. "The Vanes? Scarlett, that vault is guarded by a Blood-Wraith. Three exorcists have already lost their souls trying to crack it. And besides... the Vane family are rivals to the Thorne pack. If your father finds out you’re working for them—" "My father is the least of my concerns," Scarlett interrupted, her voice as cold as the marble tub she’d found Caleb in. "Tell the Vanes I’ll handle the Wraith. But I want the first half of the payment tonight."

He was capable of turning a person's victory party into a mourning within a blink of an eye. And that's what happened with Vincent. He was on cloud nine when he captured Xavier by deceiving him but he tasted his own medicine when his agents only betrayed him and sided with Xavier. The day Emily, Dave and Sophia (note that Vincent doesn't know about Sophia's betrayal) Vincent had a meeting with the officials about 'The Scorpions'. During the meeting Detective Wilson, the senior officer told everyone about the details of this gang.

We had gotten to the mansion and I could see Kevin standing, one hand in one pocket, cigarette in the other hand. He was wearing a tight blue jean this time around, but it was rugged. He wore a gray t-shirt and a black jacket, with his neck chain and now I noticed that he had a stud earring in one ear. He had on black high boots that were a perfect fit for his entire dark charisma. As we stopped at the mansion he wasted no time in walking towards me and he held the car door open for me in less than a second. He moved as fast as lightning, well of course, he is a vampire after all.

“The star, it represented five realms. The scythes had many different stories. Some said the scythes are capable of killing any supernatural species. Some said the scythes belonged to one of Moon Goddess’s children she sent to Earth. The skull and hourglass are representing death. All these symbols, except for the star, representing the Grim Reaper. The crest was used by the Knights of Death, an ancient organization established to eradicate supernatural species.” With his trembling hands, he reached for his cup and drank it. Vincent watched as sweat escaped the unnamed man’s pores, and the sound of his heartbeat was irregular. Those weren’t such good signs. Not at all. “Are you okay?” he ask

"In my mountain? In her room?" Vincent raised his hand, and the shadows of the room rose like a tidal wave, wrapping around the Stalker. It was a battle of darkness against darkness. Vincent’s magic was ancient and grounded in the earth, while the Stalker’s was a corrupted, alchemical imitation. "Félix, now!" Vincent commanded. Félix, gasping for air, saw his opening. He reached into the pouch on his belt—the one Maya had given us—and pulled out a vial of concentrated Blue-Brier and lunar salt. He smashed the vial directly into the Stalker’s face.

Because his mouth seemed willful, trying to fight back or resisting cooperation. “I don't care what you want to know. You are not getting anything from m….! Ugh!” Again this man’s words were cut halfway as another blow landed his face. “Fuck you!” he sneered at me. “I don't think this will work. Let’s find something he holds dear in his heart,” Skye walked over with an ice pick in her hand. Skye let the tip of the ice pick travel around the exposed part of Vincent’s arm to his neck. “Maybe someone….?”

I yanked my hand away in fright. With a huff, he shifted my thighs toward himself. I cried out. This is not how I planned on loosing my virginity. It wasn't in this way. Not now, not ever. Pounding my fist in his chest, I wiggled my body. I don't know what he did to my hands but I noticed I couldn't lift it. I was weak and exhausted. It was then I realized that he had injected me with a syringe. I could only cry and scream but my whole body stiffened.

He scanned the room in one slow sweep. Seraphine's raised blades. Kyle's stance. Then his eyes landed on Viviana sitting upright on the bed with a water bottle raised like a weapon. He went very still. Something crossed his face, fast and completely unguarded, there and locked down before it could be named. Gone behind the aggression like he'd caught himself doing something he hadn't planned on. Viviana stared back at him with absolute zero intention of looking away first. "We tracked vampire blood here," he said. His voice was low and rough, like something that had never learned to be gentle. "Three vampire signatures." His eyes moved to me and the aggression shifted into something else ent

He didn't offer a bribe. He stared at the man with the cold, dead eyes of Wraith—the top killer on the server. Say a word, and you go in the chute. The message was clear. The skeletal man gulped. He looked away, trembling. He went back to sorting. "I saw nothing," he whispered. QUEST UPDATED: LOOT ACQUIRED: Encrypted Slate (Rare). RISK LEVEL: Extreme. TIME: 19:00 HOURS. LOCATION: THE SCRAPYARD GATES.

Across the table, Draeven Malcroix leaned back with open irritation, his brutal features twisted. “Enough euphemisms,” he growled. “Call it what it is. The Silver Thorn is carving through us like we’re specimens.” No one immediately answered. Draeven’s temper only worsened in the quiet. “Precision incisions,” Serapheine continued softly. “Vascular targeting. Silver compounds introduced directly into arterial systems. The bodies are not simply killed—they are studied.” Rusty’s fingers tapped the armrest once. Only once. The entire council noticed. Rusty Vesper did not fidget.