Decan Scorpio 소설 & 이야기

"What make you decide to visit us?" “φύλακας του φεγγαριού.” (dear moon guardian) Aries kneels in front of Jin and says in a serious tone. “I’m afraid that you need to go back, our home has been raided by the Gigantes of the Sun and--” she sneers as she remembers what happened that day. “They tried to take Scorpio with them.”

“We have to be ready.” ⸻ But as the team analyzed the data, Lena remained distant, lost in thought. Dominic approached her carefully. “Talk to me,” he urged. She shook her head. “It’s just… everything’s happening too fast. I’m scared.” ⸻ Sienna placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “Fear is natural. But we’re stronger together.” ⸻ Meanwhile, Victor Hale was furious. His empire was cracking, and he needed a scapegoat to keep his grip.

"I'm busy with something." "Right, so there's been a few hindrances," Marct said, standing up from Jackson's lap and walking over to me. "I just had a report from my guys. Someone has been following Jackson in the last week," I fought the urge to gasp and kept a straight face, while my heart picked up. "Two people, to be exact. They're from another Mafia. The Scorpios," Marct placed his iPad right in front of me, showing a picture of a man walking across the screen, wearing all black, with a cap covering his face. Right at the back of his left hand was a tattoo of a scorpion. "Do you recognise it?"

, he then gestured me to follow him and said "come along.” He stepped outside with me beside him. The air was cooler now. The sun was going down. As we walked, Cobra pointed at a man sitting near a log with a guitar resting on his lap. “That’s Scorpion,” he said quietly. “The burn scar on his face was from a car accident years back. He used to play in shows although he was not famous, but he tried.” Scorpion noticed us looking and gave a shy wave. His scar ran across his cheek like melted wax. He smiled anyway.

That night we tried a decanter of scarlet liquid, thin in viscosity with little chunks of what looked like fruit inside. As I inhaled the scent pouring from the decanter, I noted strawberries, cherries, and other fruits I had no name for. I looked over the symbols carved onto the bottom of each decanter. Some were small stars with five points, the ones I was warned about, others had large eight-pointed stars, while one decanter in particular had a crescent moon. I couldn't help but wonder what effects the decanter with a crescent moon held. The liquid in was midnight black, but was ripe with hues of indigo and purple, with little silver flecks dancing around. The bottom of this particular de

It creaked as it opened the sound echoing through the initial silence. Once in, the stench of decay and stale smoke hit us like a physical force, but I didn’t flinch. It was a labyrinth of half-light and clutter, the space filled with the low murmur of voices and the occasional clink of metal. The men inside hanged around on tattered furniture or clustered around makeshift tables, their eyes immediately shifting towards us with a mix of curiosity and respect. Levi, the boss of this dark haven, stood apart from the rest. His bearded face was a canvas of scars and shadows, his eyes gleaming with a cold, calculating intelligence that had earned him his place at the top.

Suddenly, a shocking voice was traveling into Lucas’ ears. Lucas turned around a noticed a scorpion appearing before him. That scorpion was red, and the sight of it was scary. Besides, it was as huge as cattle. “I can’t believe there will be humans in such a trivial place,” said the red scorpion toward Lucas coldly. That red scorpion was a Dark Race in the Rank 3 Celestial Honorable Ranked realm. In Lucas’ opinion, Rank 3 Celestial Honorable Ranked realm was way too weak. However, he was a little surprised deep in his heart because he was able to meet with a Dark Race who happened to be a Celestial Honorable Realm.

Ten vampires appeared by Draxon’s side and immediately got to work. Their teal-green eyes turned pitch black, confirming that they were decipios, who channeled their manipulation powers on Lucianne. Xandar was helping those at the back, and had just killed another discretus who almost got one of the Blue Crescent warriors when he felt his wife’s mind being compressed and her legs giving way. He started sprinting towards her before he was knocked down by two other invisible bloodsuckers.

Hazardous, zig-zagged, indents painting the walls where something had scratched them and the old staircase to the right is breaking apart without a purpose. Strange symbols line the ceiling, bags of lavender and other flowers, hanging from nooses. The creature that waits in the dark, studies them without ever acknowledging the leather pouches. His familiar fading away as the last of his strength leaves. Grains of more important thoughts paving past the never changing scenery. Easy to imagine the little hunter, he attached to so dearly. " Where are you, Claecy?!" The first sign of tears had made his heart stutter to stop, the way she had curled around her leg like an anchor to keep him there,

Neither Delcan nor I had left anyone alive who discovered our truth. Delcan seized the vampire closest to him, sinking his canines into the vampire's throat, tearing off a large chunk of flesh, and tossing the vampire aside to die. Delcan isn't normal, not even by Lycan standards. He possesses great speed, and as he can easily succumb to his bloodlust, he tries to kill his prey as quickly as possible because neither of us can afford to embark on a killing spree. However, if he's using his canines today, I don't know how long I'll be able to restrain him. I'm just hoping he won't harm Arya.