Escanor Quotes Novels & Stories

I'll let everyone know that the 'Victory Queen' is a monster who abandoned her own father! Alexander tried to step in again, but I held up my hand to stop him. I looked at the man in front of me, his face twisted and sweaty, and I could not help but smile a little. "You're on drugs." I was not asking him. I knew it was true. His smug look turned to pure fear. Having been a lawyer for so long, I had learned to notice every little thing, even when I was mad. He was all over the place, talking nonsense, shaking and sweating like crazy, and skinny as a stick.

He was like a ghost in the dark, and his movements could not be traced. After a few swish sounds, Scorpio had already cut off the hamstrings of another three people. Only the last one was left. He stepped back to the window and gasped. Then, he said, “Corps D'elite is not something you can offend. Besides us, there are many experts at Corps D'elite. I urge you to think carefully.” Scorpio approached step by step, “Corps D'elite? I'm sorry, but I have never heard of it before. If they are all like you guys, no matter how many people there are, they are just toys for me to have fun with.”

scanning for the remaining three. The Logic-Gate of the Library While Ethan held the kitchen, a second scout bypassed the "Friction" and headed for the library. He had a "Portable Logic-Scanner," a "Gilded" device designed to find "Biological Keys" through walls. The screen flared red as it "Indexed" the "Residual Heat" of the library floorboards. Inside the "Null-Box," Thomas clutched his breath. He could hear the "Mechanical" clicking of the scout’s boots above him. He remembered the "Shadow Teacher’s" lesson: If the machine finds you, you must 'Hard-Reset' the machine.

"What would she say if she were standing here?" The older man didn't answer immediately. Instead, he walked to the edge of the glowing river and watched the silver water slide quietly between the rocks. "She would tell us that fear is useful." Everyone listened. "But panic is expensive." Scarlett remembered those words almost instantly. Not because Elena had spoken them, because she had lived them. Even while being hunted, she had continued thinking clearly enough to create puzzles, hide evidence, and protect people she loved. Scarlett inhaled deeply. "We're not taking the main tunnel."

Evelyn White extraordinaire, that's who, my subconscious answered tartly. "Why, Ms. Rochelle Scorpion, of course. Do you know any other scorpions?" My mouth, which was suffering a severe case of verbal indigestion, blurted out before I could stop, all the while my brain was face palming itself- as if it had a face, or a palm for that matter- for sounding like a petulant child.

​"I... I don't know where it is, Scarlet." ​"Miss Lora, you can't not know." Scarlet’s voice strained, cracking under the weight of her frustration. She drew a sharp, ragged breath, pinching the bridge of her nose as tension visibly seeped into her shoulders. "It’s your father's autopsy report. It should have been kept under your own lock and key. But tell me, do you at least know what the medical examiner concluded?"

"Did you come alone?" He nodded, his hand running up and down Scarlet's shuddering back. "Did you pick anything up with the scanners?" Xander asked, his gaze still glued to Scarlet. Ransom shook his head. "Nothing. If they were out there, nothing we have was good enough to find them. Thank Gaia your instincts warned you about the danger." Scarlet settled, the sobs and the shuddering coming to a stop. Thank Gaia. She was killing me with those tears. I'm also pretty sure stealing her from Ransom's lap and cuddling her into mine would have raised too many eyebrows. Most importantly hers.

I had to protect who I love. I take a deep breath and clear my mind. Once I felt my resolve strengthen me, I mind-linked Marcus. “Are you ready? Let’s grab a bite, then scope out our meeting place. Who knows, we might catch a New York rat tonight.”

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.

I looked back at Dante and Rocco, their eyes burning with need, with possession, with love. Then I walked. Down the stairs. Into the hub. The retinal scanner waited cold blue light pulsing. Eighteen hours. One scan. One heir. And when I emerged alive or dead would they still be waiting? Or would the legacy claim me first? The scanner hummed to life. A voice Alexei’s recorded voice echoed from hidden speakers: “Welcome, heir. Scan to inherit. Or refuse and all will burn.” Behind me, the door hissed shut. Locked.