Decan Scorpio Novels & Stories

Layla scrambled back in terror, but it was too late. My claws ripped her dress, revealing the pale skin of her back. It was smooth. Flawless. There was no scar. And Myrna... Myrna had a hideous scar running from her left shoulder to her right hip. The scar I had touched a thousand times, but never once asked where it came from. "Moon Goddess," I collapsed. "What have I done?" "You regret it now?" Layla sat on the floor, her eyes filled with malicious glee. "It's too late, Clark. It's far too late."

This got Sirius's attention in him. Sirius palmed it close and looked at Kohei. "Tell me what is this?" "A Scorpio is very well known for her accuracy in getting a vision. That marble must be your future, milord." Kohei said. "It would be wise to look into it before it dissipates into a smoke. Visions are volatile and cannot be retrieved back once it is gone." Sirius squinted his eyes at the marble in silence. "Why does the Scorpio suddenly had a vision of me?"

I wasn't sure how long I'd been asleep when I woke up feeling thirsty. I went out to drink some water and found Leon still in the meeting, with his subordinates reporting to him. I caught a glimpse of his profile. I had always known he was hot and handsome, but from the side, his sharp facial features stood out even more. Even though he was sitting sideways on the couch, his tall frame was still evident. He was focused on his laptop, occasionally giving instructions to his subordinates. I had to admit that a man who was focused on his work was truly captivating.

The traditional silver white throbe which Omar wore fitted him perfectly, it was decorated with silver sparkles along the whole length and he had a matching white ghutra placed on his head, on top of that was the tagiyah and holding the two in place firmly was the double black cord, the Iqal. He stood in his room in front of the mirror and glanced at himself through it and thought that he was perhaps well over dressed for the marriage ceremony which he knew wouldn't be taking place.

Lucius said cryptically. "Who is he?" BELPHEGOR asked curiously again. I'll tell you a story about the ancient demon whose name was Decarta. Well. Decarsta was great in his desire to know the future, to gain power over all living things and even over God. His demonic beauty was legendary – he had an aura with all sorts of colors, emerald eyes full of contempt for the world around him, and a sinister smile that conquered the most passionate witch. Decarsta was trying to create a picture of the world so predictably perfect that even when he thought of a ray of sunlight, he knew where in the universe a ray of sunlight would fall. He even wanted to foresee the act of God and thereby change it.

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.

who is it? My eyes landed on the only unhooded being in the room. Not a wolf. No- he doesn't look like these bloodsuckers. Was he even a vampire? It was an older looking man in a ripped butler's uniform. The buttons had Lamia's initials on it. He works for her. He must be leading this battle. This man was bald with a gray beard. He held onto a black metal scythe. He looked like a grim reaper somehow. He scared me. I watched as he held up against five wolves that tried to attack him together. He swung the blade and I watched as it cut into and injured the wolves severely.

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."

Scarpa's daughter. We were going to finalise everything, and I was very happy—sold, even—the moment Mr. Scarpa offered me such a huge deal. He was simply too good to be true, and maybe that was why his wife cheated. He was too good for her. Just like I was too good for Benedetto. I tried to do some research on that man, Scarpa. I didn’t know his full name, but despite how big of a deal Benedetto bragged about his boss being, the name ‘Scarpa’ didn’t seem to exist anywhere online. No headlines or news, pictures—nothing!

We stood shoulder to shoulder and raised our Hellblades. Leo began to circle us, slow and deliberate, his massive mane flickering with black flame. Each step pressed heat into the sand. Scorpio lingered nearby, his skeletal exoskeleton clicking softly, tail swaying with quiet menace. “You can pick first,” Leo rumbled, his voice thick with amusement. Scorpio let out a dry hiss. “I take the the mouse, the grumpy one is yours.” Pelin shot me a sharp glance. “Lion’s all yours.”