Escanor Dies Novels & Stories

] Elena’s face flickered—the first crack in the Queen’s mask. "Third-party?" I whispered. I looked at my own hands. The "Void-Lead" wasn't just mine anymore. It was vibrating with a second, tiny, rhythmic heartbeat that wasn't Dante’s and wasn't mine. As I leave the audience chamber, I don't go to my quarters. I go to the "Refining-Labs" where the Scrapper-tech is stored. I pull out a stolen "Bios-Scanner" and press it to my abdomen. The screen doesn't show a frequency. It shows a Signature.

EDAL The scout shack was cold, but the air between Rylan and me was thick and hot. "They aren't coming back for you tonight, baby," Rylan said, his voice a low, gravelly rasp. He set the rifle down and looked straight at me. "Those shots from the lower tunnels? Korr just killed Marcus. It’s over." Hearing the name broke something inside me. A ragged sob tore out of my throat. The tears came fast, cutting hot lines through the dried mud on my face. I pulled my knees to my chest and buried my face in the wool, completely breaking down.

The photos. The recording. The report. Soon, all of it would reach Adrian. But not yet. Not here. Not while I was still close enough to be found. My assistant turned slightly in the front seat. “Ms. Vale, your flight boards in an hour. Should I shut down the old number?” I looked out at the fading line of New York and placed my hand over my stomach. “Yes,” I said. “Turn it off.” Scarlett Moretti died at her wedding. Stephanie Vale took her unborn child and her future with her.

He stared straight ahead at the dashboard, his face drained of everything but the cold calculation of the end. "The scrambler didn't fail, Phoenix," Ryan said, his voice a flat, dead line that chilled me more than the wind. "They let us think it was working." He chambered a round, the sound echoing like a coffin being nailed shut. "The hull is breached. And the scanners just hit zero."

I muttered, he nodded vigorously and stepped closer to me. “Scarlett Tanner, that’s her full name” he began. I slowly uncrossed my leg and sat up straight. “Tanner?” “Yes, of Twilight Zone. She’s the eldest daughter but they always kept her hidden because she’s twenty three and without a wolf, so not a lot of people know about her,” “She was recently declared wanted and later declared dead. Her burial will be taking place tomorrow,” he explained. My eyes dimmed at his words. He slowly stretched out the iPad he was holding to me and I took it from him and stared into it.

He never could have dreamed of provoking Donn Lawrence, the man who topped Skyrank! Was he not supposed to have been killed three years ago, at the battle of the South Sea? To think that the freak survived! Frank glanced at him. Scarless Gorm recognized him, and that meant death. He beckoned at Hans, who nodded and swung his blade. And with that, it was another name lost from Earthrank. With that, Frank turned to leave, his hands clasped behind his back. "Keep it clean." "Understood." Hans nodded repeatedly. -

Not yet. The scanner’s voice Alexei’s recorded baritone echoed again: “Retinal scan required for full activation. One heir. One legacy. Failure to comply triggers purge. Sixteen hours remaining.” I stepped forward. The blue light flared brighter, a cold beam sweeping across my face. I forced myself to hold still eyes wide, unblinking as the machine mapped my retinas. A soft chime. Green light. “Scan confirmed. Luca Volkov Marino. Primary heir recognized. Access granted.”

Mark noted he wasn't smirking any more though. "Oh, we don't need to get the door off," Connor grinned. "All we need is to get through the keypad to access the scanner inside. It is a scanner for your handprint, right? Located at just the right height up the wall, inside a box large enough to house it. Not a box deep enough or high enough to be a retinal scanner, too wide to house a keypad, not wide enough to hold a keyboard. Just perfect for a handprint scanner though, and if you're dead.... Well, you won't be worried about us cutting your hand off and taking it down there, will you?" Mark could see the old man pale as Connor's guess struck true.

As an afterthought, she asked where Thomas was. " He's dead." Gerald told her regrettably. Scarlett gasped, looking shocked but deep inside she was grinning. There was no way he could tell on her this way. " Wow. Isn't that the most confusing thing ever? After causing all of this mess, he goes ahead and dies. How are we going to find the truth now?" She asked but in eyes indicated something otherwise.