Novel & Cerita Homestuck Scorpio

Nathan says also trying to help out his friend "does he deal with scorpios?" Chase asks ajaxs. The scorpios are a rival gang of the hunters "I don't know, if he was then we can't hurt him, not yet anyway." Ajax says looking annoyed Jasper tries to get his words out but they don't get registered in his own head "but- he nearly killed her!" "but he didn't, nearly. Jasper. But she's alive." Ajax murmurs, jasper now just sits down thinking.

"An old farmhouse on the edge of the Silver Haven perimeter. It’s shielded. Your mates won't find you here, though not for lack of trying. Skylar and Tyler are currently tearing the Eclipsera woods apart tree by tree." She didn't look up from the apple. The mention of their names sent a spike of agony through me. I remembered the feeling of Marcus’s life force sliding down my throat like nectar. I remembered the gray, lifeless look in his eyes. "Don't come near me," I warned, backing away until my spine hit the headboard of the dusty bed. "I’m a Siphon. I’ll... I’ll drain you. I can't stop it. I’m a monster."

I turned to face the menacing faces of Lucas' men, their eyes filled with a twisted sense of power. "Gotcha," one of them sneered, tightening his hold on my arm. I struggled, but their grip was unyielding. They dragged me through the wreckage, towards the heart of darkness itself, Alpha Lucas. As we approached Lucas, his piercing gaze met mine. The Alpha exuded an aura of dominance, his presence commanding and intimidating. I could see the bloodlust in his eyes, the hunger for power that had driven him to destroy my village. "Welcome, little lamb," Lucas growled, his voice sending shivers down my spine.

They hinted of the time Helen and Damon had been spending together without fear. Luna stared at her reflection. Pale skin stretched over sharp cheekbones. Dark circles under lifeless eyes. Hair that had once shone like gold now dull and brittle. She looked like a ghost. "Honestly, I don't know why he keeps you around," Sophia stepped back. "You're useless as a mate. Useless as a Luna. Useless as a wolf." She paused. "What good are you?" "Maybe he's just waiting for her to die," Marissa offered. "Then he could mate properly. With someone like..."

And yet, even as he radiated power, there was something about the way his eyes flicked to me, like he was afraid I’d vanish if he blinked. Then it hit me. A scent drifted across the room, faint but unmistakable, cedarwood and smoke, warm and sharp, seeping into my skin. My heart lurched, my wolf stirring from the fog of pain. Mate. The word brushed against my mind, soft but undeniable. Iris purred. "This handsome man… he’s ours" . I blinked at him, a flicker of something like recognition sparking even through the haze. My lips parted, but no sound came out.

"Idiot. If just working at the research center gave you a doctorate, then even the janitors would be doctors by now! Whether you received the doctorate status or not completely depends on your abilities!" "Alright, so now that we're clear on everything, I can bring my professor and my things with me now, right?" Leo asked with a cocked eyebrow, looking at the crowd. Then, he grabbed my arm and pulled me toward the vehicle. "No way!" I looked down and saw Jasper grabbing tightly onto my wrist, his eyes bloodshot. "Even if she doesn't belong to this base camp anymore, she is still my wife! She has no right to go with you!"

I was paralyzed for a long time until he made me beg for an antidote. That experience was horrible, worsening my hatred for him. Now, the same creature is here, crawling up my body, ready to bite. The bone drops from my hand, clattering over the floor as a full-belly scream rips from my stomach. “Goddess!!” I howl, terrified and frozen. Just in time, Quin's beast hoists me up into his arms and begins attacking the creature. However, the more I look, the more I realize there’s something strange about these scorpions.

Emily announced proudly, peering over William's shoulder, clearly oblivious to his discomfort. "It's Sekhmet?" William asked her. "You're sure? This is very important. Are you sure?" She gave him a puzzled look. With her eyebrows raised, she gave the air another small sniff to double-check her findings. "It's him," she confirmed. "I'd offer you a secret handshake or password if we had one," Sekhmet said lightly as he continued toward them with deliberate slowness; his arms held out to either side of him in a classic pose of surrender. "But since we don't, you'll have to take my word for it. I'm me. Scout's honor. I know you can't smell me, but there's a reason for it."

“I’m not afraid of suffering. You can’t use it to make me yours.” Leo growled low in his throat, pacing. “That’s not how this is supposed to work.” “Why not?” I asked calmly. “Isn’t this what you wanted? To see me crushed? To see me crawl? I’m still standing.” Scorpio looked toward Leo, visibly thrown off. “She was supposed to beg and surrender.” “She needs to choose us,” Leo hissed. “You know the rules. That’s the deal. They all have to choose.” “But she’s not choosing anything,” Scorpio snapped. “She’s just… taking it.”

He stepped closer, and she sidestepped to move away. “Wh- what was that?” she managed to stammer. Her eyes stayed on the shattered remains of the scorpion, not daring to look directly at him. Its sticky black fluids spilled all over the floor. “A Nightspike Scorpion,” he answered, his voice so deep it rumbled, the sound spreading warmth through her core. “Its venom causes nightmares, hallucinations. Prolonged exposure severs our connection to our wolf. It would’ve killed you.” She should have been grateful. She was grateful but she felt exposed under his gaze. His scarred face, framed by the unforgiving cut of his jawline, carried a brutal appeal she couldn’t tear her eyes from, even if she