Aries And Scorpio Novels & Stories

That told her something more was at play. “Not a violent reaction. It has to do with what he is. You are not our people, you won’t be affected. I can’t get close to him anymore without feeling as he is. Aries has certain attributes as Prime. I’m concerned he will sink deeper into what this venom causes. If that happens, then it can start affecting others with our mental link. We have not swept the entire place yet to be sure no other is lurking. If he isn’t stopped from sinking into it you are going to start to see others acting like they are invenomated.” Sybil looked taken back.

"Then he could mate properly. With someone like..." "Helen," Luna finished scornfully. "You were going to say Helen, weren't you? My dear, devoted sister who's been spreading her legs for my mate behind my back?" All three omegas froze. Luna stood slowly. Her body fought every movement. But her spine straightened with a meanness that had nothing to do with physical strength. Even weakened. Even poisoned. Even broken. She was still a Lunar Princess. Still born of Alpha blood. And right now, she was done playing nice.

Lucian. Scarlett had deliberately asked me to reject her in the presence of Stasia because she knew I couldn't. She wanted to hurt Stasia. I knew it was normal for her to feel jealous of Stasia. Scarlett was my fated mate after all; the mate bond compels her to, but that was low of her. She, of all people, knows that I feel nothing for her, yet she had to stir shit up. It took a lot of effort to bring Stasia to live with me, and I knew I would have hell to pay. Clay and Maxwell would be livid that I let Stasia come stay with me. My wolf, Tiger, was already giving me a tough time about it. He wanted Scarlett, but I could not accept a tainted whore as my mate. I did not know why the moon godde

Luther embraced Reya, whom he thought was being victimized. He started to cry out dramatically, "Ever since you two separated us in the past, I had no choice but to treat Reya as a sister! We are both innocent. Amaranth is evil. She is the one complicating things!"

I paused in my steps as I watched two masked men step out of the vehicle. “Who are you people?” I asked with a frown but then my gaze landed on their sleeve and my heart began thudding violently against my chest when I spotted the scorpion tattoo on their arms. I recognized that tattoo anywhere as it was a symbol for the The Scorpio Clan, the most dangerous and notorious Mafia clan yet to be apprehended by the cops. They have eyes and ears everywhere and getting rid of someone was a piece of cake for them but that's not what terrified me the most.

"Don't say, Seza. I'll say it for you. Hande, I'm very excited, what am I going to do. Look, I told you, okay?" Seza looked at him with a confused expression while trying to catch up with Hande with quick steps. "I can't believe it, how did you know?" As Hande's smile grew, she spoke in a serious voice. "You know, I'm a Scorpio and I have strong feelings. I'm also very smart. That's how I know." When Seza realized that Hande was making fun of her and fell again, she was walking and talking while looking in a distorted way.

Tod gritted out as he used his sword to block the stinger of a scorpion. "You looked like you had it covered." Aries yelled as he used his sword to send fire at the scorpions. Causing them all to burn. They died easily. Conjuring up my magic I sent fire to all scorpions making the fire wrap around them. We watched as they basically cooked within seconds.

This ancient conflict, the scrolls revealed, was not merely a war for territory or power; it was a clash of ideologies, a struggle over the very essence of their magical heritage. The Lunaris, the scrolls explained, were associated with shadow and mystery, wielding magic that manipulated the darkness, the night, and the unseen energies of the world. The Solari, in contrast, were beings of light and purity, their magic drawing upon the sun’s radiant energy, focusing on healing, protection, and the balance of nature. The Obsidian Pack, they learned, was a splinter group of the Lunaris, warped and twisted by their dark magic, consumed by a lust for power that had corrupted their very essence.

He whispered, eyes cast far away. Rey blinked in surprise; she wanted to ask more but figured it would be too painful to talk about, so she held back. "Unlike other Lycans, silver isn't fatal to us; nothing is..." he trailed off, eyes snapping to hers. "Except one poison," "Kronuvitch." ***

Damon looked sympathetic and he placed a hand on Scar’s shoulder, squeezing lightly. “We will, but first I need to know what we are getting into," Scar pointed out, and she began to guide Damon reluctantly down the lawn. Clearly, she hoped that being beneath the trees would calm Damon as it usually did for every werewolf whenever the moon wasn't up to soothe them, but not today. Damon was far too wound up, far too worried for his witch mate. Scar quickly began to reel off what she had seen and heard and sensed. How she had heard not