Decan Scorpio Novels & Stories

After that, he attacked sideways aiming for Gabriel's abdomen and left flank. Gabriel was still using the twelve-star rotation. Scorpio, Pisces, Leo, and then Libra. Unlike when attacking Orthus. The rotation of the stars that Gabriel emits has life to the image of the rotations of the stars. Pisces has the power of water. Then Libra has the power of snow, then Leo a symbol of might that can withstand any devastating attack. And lastly is Scorpio, its poison makes people die instantly. The rotations began to attack Asmodeus.

DAHLIA Bringing the cup of milk shakes to my lips, I slowly typed in the words; 'SCORPION'S EYE ORGANIZATION' into the search bar. Biting my lip, I watched several images appear. There were eighteen logos in all. I picked up the card from my desk, gazing at the logo on it.....a scorpion with it's poisonous tail end curved in a perfect arch where a flaming eyeball was located. I shuddered, placing the card on my desk. My gaze rested on the screen of my laptop.

Philip placed the invitation card on the table and announced excitedly, "Layla, the results from the final assessment are out. You won first place! The organizers have invited us to an event happening this week to receive your prize." Layla spun around several times as she was overjoyed. Brenda gave her a tight embrace. "My baby is so amazing! I'm so proud of you." Then, she pecked Layla on the forehead. The sculpture, which had my bones and flesh incorporated in it, stood by itself in a corner of the room. At that very moment, I felt an awful sensation as though all of my insides were turning. I could not even stay on my feet. Perhaps my remains inside the sculpture were crying out to me, b

he cried. Ross, my adversary; the weapon fashioned against me. He still had the look of wickedness and deceit in his eyes. He hadn't changed one bit and I knew it deep inside of me. “All of this show, what is it for? Because I know that my forgiveness holds no ground for you. What do you want?” I thundered, my voice vibrating as I spoke. “I…. I am sorry, I want your forgiveness.” “You have it. Now get out of my sight this minute and never return here again, else I'd have the dogs feast on your flesh!” I warned, pointing my fingers at the gate.

Their physical attack power was at the top level among most of the royals of the half-demon kingdom! Black Scorpion, who was standing in the west, also had quite a great background. He was a member of the 'Earth Scorpion Tribe,' which contained a thread of the Black Tortoise Earth Bloodline. His actual body was that of a scorpion. Unlike the powerful offensive strength of the 'Gold Lion Tribe,' the 'Earth Scorpion Tribe' was better at defense. His defensive strength was ranked at the top of all the tribes. Moreover, he was also skilled in using an evil poison technique, causing one to feel extremely afraid!

But as her thoughts spiraled down this dark path, his voice cut through her resolve like a knife. "You," he replied, his voice low and intense. He took a step closer, his eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that made her instinctively take a step back. There was no escaping the predatory look in his eyes, no mistaking the meaning behind them. "I want you. All of you," he declared, his tone leaving no room for misunderstanding. He didn’t just want her body; he wanted everything she had to give—her mind, her soul, her very being. He wanted to possess her in every possible way. Whatever had gone wrong between them, whatever mistakes had been made, he was willing to bear the consequences. B

Mortus shook his head. “I will not be be mated to a murderer, a cowered who hides, chooses a mate out of desperation, and not wait to find the other half to his soul!” Scorpia screamed. Her wings fluttered, flying closer to Mortus’ face, nose to nose with his evil. “I am not saint like Princess Sadie of the Moon Kingdom. I do not forgive so easily,” she whispered in his ear. “I Scorpia, a warrior of King Orion’s royal army, reject you former Duke Mortus of Vamparia. May Hades not have mercy upon your cursed soul.”

Back to the time I foolishly believed he was loyal to me? I was practically dragged to the operating room by Gavin. I held the cold scalpel in my hand. My hand was steady—a professional instinct, even though my body was so weak I could barely stand. Sofia lay on the table, unconscious from the anesthesia. As the nurse cut away her gown, revealing her chest, my scalpel stopped dead. Just below her collarbone, near her heart, was a black tattoo. It was a blooming black rose entwined with a dagger—the sigil of the Whitestone matriarch.

The moment it opened, the entire world around them changed again. The bright artificial sky vanished, replaced by an endless sea of stars. Even the pure white floor beneath Hayley's feet turned completely black. It felt as though she had suddenly stepped directly into the middle of the galaxy itself. At the center of the room stood an enormous conference table. An elderly, glowing figure sat at the head of it. A hologram. When the old man saw Scott arrive with Hayley, satisfaction appeared on his face. "Well done, Decider Ten." After Decider Three died, the remaining Deciders had all moved up in rank. Scott was now Decider Ten.

'Sometimes I really think that what can be the worst possibility left, when everyone says that it is still good that I only get a scar. Little did they know, that I just didn't get any scar on my face, but the scar was printed on my heart too! And it was there to remind me how weak I am, along with being unlucky and the other synonyms of jinx I can be, who is not perfect for her own self. Then how would she be any good for the whole pack by becoming the mate of the Alpha of the pack, and fit for carrying out the responsibility of being the Luna for the pack…?