Anime Scorpion Novels & Stories

And yet, even as he radiated power, there was something about the way his eyes flicked to me, like he was afraid I’d vanish if he blinked. Then it hit me. A scent drifted across the room, faint but unmistakable, cedarwood and smoke, warm and sharp, seeping into my skin. My heart lurched, my wolf stirring from the fog of pain. Mate. The word brushed against my mind, soft but undeniable. Iris purred. "This handsome man… he’s ours" . I blinked at him, a flicker of something like recognition sparking even through the haze. My lips parted, but no sound came out.

I kept my head low as I was pushed forward. Every eye that lingered on me started knives, Every lips whispered insults as cruel as Theron's heart. “She deserves it!” “Good riddance.” “Finally, Scarface is gone. My nightmares have come to an end.” I bit my lip hard enough to draw blood, swallowing the sun rising in my throat. I also heard Camila's voice. “Aww, poor Violeta.” She cooed, faking her sympathy. “I hope the rogues don't rip you apart out there.”

Another arrow lodges itself into my side and I grunt from the pain but until Scarlett’s light groan tells me she’s still alive, I acknowledge nothing. My fangs retreat and I watch as the skin that’s been torn to form holes on Scarlett’s skin reach for each other, and they stitch themselves. The next arrow that comes is stopped, caught directly in the grip of my palm. The budding heat of anger flows through me. An anger that has me seeing nothing but red. Gleaming scarlet red. A chilling heat spreads through my bones and I feel time slow itself as my eyes become filled with a light. A malevolent scarlet light.

Marcus picks up his phone, “Hey Gideon, I’m going to take this. “Pointing to his phone. I nod, and Marcus goes outside to take his fake call. As soon as Marcus is outside, our friend in the dark blue hoodie pulls his hood down more and turns and walks down the street. As he was pulling his hoodie down, I saw a jagged scar on the back of his hand, very distinctive. “Marcus, did you see his right hand?” I mind-link him, still not trying to draw attention to ourselves. “Yeah, I saw it. That must have hurt like hell.” He walks back inside. We sit back down and wait for our pizza. “Do you catch his sent when you went outside?” still using mind-link.

The Reborn like her were stronger, smarter, and faster. The human, by the name of Scorpion folded his arms across his chest watching the exchange between the two and glared at Cosmo. They seem to have a history and Third wanted to know. Scorpion turned his head and gave her a quizzical look. He seemed to be repulsed by her. Was it fear or awe? It made her incredibly curious about the quiet man. However, Scorpion turned his attention to Cosmo who sneered. "How did your husband bring your daughter back to life? I know about the transference room but not the entire process," The Creator asked again.

The bleeding hadn't stopped yet even when it wasn't a very big cut. I was desperately tossing away the papers that I had used to wipe my blood when my hand hit something on the table. " Sorry! " I involuntarily yelled as I stumbled back when it fell. I was pretty sure it was a small something that tumbled down but what lay infront of me was a huge sarcophagus. Double the normal size of a human. There was something up these days. Everything around me had started to feel like an illusion or perhaps I was seeing things and needed some medical assistance.

“But what if someone comes…” “That’s the idea, silly,” she breathes. “No, I mean, what if someone else comes in…” “I’ll keep a look out,” offers Laura helpfully. “You can imagine I’m Scar Son if you like,” pleads Sandra, starting to squirm around on the bed, her hips writhing in sexual frustration while she fucks herself with two fingers inside her panties.

I reached into my pocket and pulled out the red coin that kind driver had given me before. I rubbed the tiny thing in my palm and called out in a small voice. “Cassian.” The man paused, turning to me with wide eyes. “You…” He marched back to me and stopped just a few inches away, grabbing my hand and pulling my sleeve up my arm. Right there was the birthmark I shared only with my late mother, a star-shaped mark with tiny rings of starlight around it. “It is you.” He said, his voice low and dripping with reverence.

Marquis assured me. Marquis' voice was so familiar to me. I couldn't place it. I've never met a werecat before. I leaned into the crook of his neck as I climbed onto his back. I got a whif of his scent but came out dry to my memory. "Have we met?" I asked softly.'That's him! I recognize his scent... He's younger then when we first met him,' Moro told me. Glad to see Moro came running back. Looks like he sensed I wasn't dying quite yet. I'll scold him for leaving me later. I could feel Moro was tense now. I felt tense. I wasn't sure if I could trust them, now. "You're the vampire," I muttered softly. "Are- you a vampire?" Moro, you dummy. How can he be the vampire I met? He's a werecat.

The voice to tell me that I should be mad to them because they hid my son's real condition. I found out that Nico has a Cholinergic urticaria or a heat bumps. If he gets sweaty or in a heat temperature he will feel itchy. And my siblings knows that and they didn't tell me because I might get paranoid and put Nico always in aircon, well that's kind of a fact. I'm a mother and I just want what's best for my child.