Decan Scorpio Novels & Stories

Kiona almost lost her life due to Decanal's poisoned claws during the fight but she only succeeded after stabbing Decanal with the forbidden dagger which split the wolf into two. “ I will be back witch!” The two new entities had told her before fading into nothingness. But no! Decanal can't be reborn. She tried everything to make sure Decanal's soul remained sealed but the Wolf was not legendary for nothing. Three hundred years later, Decanal was back.

She continues. “Four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten.” Within that number and the image of the two digits that makes up the number ten, she realizes the pattern, although the mark and symbol stay the same. It tells something more, deeper and sinister like it is all should and had been. As the next image with the same symbol of the Scorpio now has its crown of gold with its luxury, pristine and fragile image with the bounty of the world’s worth, but not exactly what the ruler should look like. Another one with a scepter in between, followed by next, but now with a different crown that’s screaming its stands for its might, strong disposition and in titled than the first, and the very last

Could she just watch herself be defiled by other people? She was already old, yet she had to suffer this kind of disaster. Iris cried out loud. Meanwhile, in a small dark house, a man was listening to the content transmitted from the tapping device. It was Thomas. His eyes were full of fiery anger. Thomas made a call. “Hello, Scorpio, execute a mission with me.” Scorpio was one of the members of the Twelve Golden Zodiacs. Unlike the other eleven zodiacs, Scorpio never easily showed up. If he showed up, people would either die or get injured.

And they prohibited most of the abilities that make me a demon from usage. I nickname the man Jerk, although my clairvoyance told me he is a regular human nicknamed Jackal. I don’t know what business he has with Scarlet, but she is allowing him to flip up her skirt under the covered table, which I can see from the table behind. His left-hand glides down her skirt and feels her bare bottom. She is wearing a lacy thong that matches her bra and while seeing the lace gives me a reaction; I am jealous that someone else, instead of me, has his dirty fingers touching her intimate parts.

Scar is seated on the bed operating a laptop,she looked up to the man beside her tall and well built,his eyes deep like eyes that held many secrets and knows maybe too much. “Marcus,that works well in our favor, you'll upload the video,my health report,the scan results and everything related to my failing health on my official page when I step out,let's use their delusion against them” She scoffed reading comments under a post bashing her. “Karma,they say karma caught me,that bitch karma is scared of me” He slowly unbottoned his shirt revealing a tattoo covering his chest and stomach,an eagle holding a snake with it's claws,he got into the bathtub slowly.

The corrupting energy washed over him, and he cried out, collapsing to his knees. It couldn't harm him as it harmed me, but he felt it—a soul-deep chill, a violation that stole his breath. His intervention disrupted the beam's focus. The tether to me wavered, its grip loosening. Elara didn't scream. She moved with a ferocity I didn't know she possessed. Her eyes, clear and sharp with a lucid fury, spotted the obsidian dagger where it had fallen. She lunged, her bandaged hand closing around the hilt.

I know she’s both thinking about the safety of the pack and my own exhaustion level. “The police are on their way to meet Scar where Channing found the dead human. And,” I say looking up to glance at the clock on my office wall, “in just about six hours, Leader Bruno will be here to talk to us and Scar’s parents about their experiences with the undead, so we can have some ideas in place for when Scarlett contacts COWS. You know she’ll want you in on that meeting, too.” That’s another great thing about Scarlett — she recognizes the value that the mate brings to the table. Zella, Asher and Lupita aren’t just the mates of myself, Bree and Jacob, granting them the titles of Beta, Gamma and Delta

We needed to save Hecate first and I was not going to cause any distractions. I watched as Damien walked down to the pool and stopped. Then he looked up to the moon which was now etched in all its glory in the sky. "It is I, Future Alpha Damien of Dark Wood. I am but your humble servant and I have come to you in a desperate time of need. Please, save my sister. . ." He begged and placed her into the water. I moved closer to the edge as I stared down at Hecate, waiting to see any changes but nothing was happening.

Before I could assess more, Xander helped me into my seat, holding my hand as I lowered myself onto the elegant furniture. I flinched slightly as I pressed my bare back against the throne. I could make out the intricate carvings etched into it. It was absolutely breathtaking. The carvings were mostly symbols that marked just how powerful the Deathshade pack was and how powerful their royals were. Like I said, I did my research. Xander stood in front of me, facing the still bowing crowd. The music stopped abruptly. “You may rise” he ordered and everyone straightened. “Thank you all for coming here.” His loud voice boomed all around the quiet hall, jerking me out of my thoughts.

I looked again toward Suzy. Once again, our eyes didn't meet. Hers were downcast as a trail of tears made its way down her pale cheeks. Confident of my innocence, I considered speaking. Before I could utter a word, Alton poured Cognac from a decanter into a crystal tumbler. One finger, two, he kept pouring. I bit my tongue as he took the glass to his lips and drank. His Adam's apple bobbed as the fiery liquid undoubtedly scorched his throat. He didn't stop.