Escanor Die Novels & Stories

"The twins are already under stress. The purge nearly killed you." "The purge woke me up, Victor! Get out of my way." The infirmary was quiet later that afternoon, but the tension was a physical weight. Zack had a scanner in his hand, a sleek piece of black tech he’d swiped from the rogue general’s belongings. "Sit still, El," Zack muttered. He ran the device over her forearm, then her neck. A sharp, high-pitched beep echoed through the room. "What?" Victor was on his feet instantly. Zack’s face went pale. He didn't answer. He adjusted the frequency and ran the scanner back over the nape of Elodie’s neck, right where the spine met the skull. The beep turned into a steady, flat tone.

A mechanical cylinder, almost the size of a surgical tray and glowing with a faint, eerie blue ultraviolet light, dropped through a rusted iron street grate above. It suspended itself in mid-air and began to rotate slowly. A scanning beam of blue light swept across the concrete walls of the tunnel, searching for the infrared signature of living flesh. Kael pulled me hard against his chest, wrapping his frame around mine to shield me from the line of sight. I pressed my face into the rough leather of his jacket, shutting my eyes tightly and holding what little breath I had left in my lungs. The scanner hummed, electronic whine that seemed to vibrate directly inside my teeth as the blue light

Just as she had promised. Mikael eyes widen staring down at his now dead cousin on the ground from the second floor he stood. He would have cried for him or rush to his side seeing blood pools under him with spears penetrate his torso yet he felt nothing. He knew his eyes has darkened the moment he steps into the mansion and heard Zara's cry for help.

But if I let escanor out, he was going to rip all of them out one by one , it was a waste of my time, I pulled the teeth out of my skin then I took a dagger and I drove it into his mouth before tossing it away . “Leave!” I barked I

Omar held on to Mariam's hand as he broke the dreadful news of her father's assassination to her, he watched her eyes dilate and her lips part ever so slightly, her eyes searched his for confirmation or for lies, shifting her focus from one eye ball to the other then she looked away from his eyes and to his chest then down the cloth he had on, her eyes taking in the red blood stain on his cloth and widening in horror and realization.

The scanner didn’t just hum; it shrieked. It was a high-frequency drill boring into my skull, vibrating the marrow of my jaw. Marcus Vane’s thumb went white against the trigger of the Argus unit. He didn’t look at me with corporate concern; he was a butcher gauging the depth of a hide. One Deep Scan—one burst of high-frequency light into my carotid—and the system would map the silver lattice lacing my veins. “The code, Damian,” Marcus hissed.