Mk Legends: Scorpion Novels & Stories

We stood shoulder to shoulder and raised our Hellblades. Leo began to circle us, slow and deliberate, his massive mane flickering with black flame. Each step pressed heat into the sand. Scorpio lingered nearby, his skeletal exoskeleton clicking softly, tail swaying with quiet menace. “You can pick first,” Leo rumbled, his voice thick with amusement. Scorpio let out a dry hiss. “I take the the mouse, the grumpy one is yours.” Pelin shot me a sharp glance. “Lion’s all yours.”

M, 2nd Day ◣━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━◢ After reading the game's notification about Spencer's death, Maeve and I glanced at each other, eyes wide, adrenaline spiking as the realization set in. "Leo..." I uttered his name with dread. Leo. Our dear friend Leo, the only one of us not by our side at that very moment, was on the same team as Spencer. The Scarlet Ravens consisted of only three players — all boys. Leo wielded a sword as the Swordsman, Spencer a bow and arrow as the team's Archer like myself, and the last member a scalpel chain as the Chainblader.

Her fighting skills were good, but she was at a disadvantage in terms of strength after all. Therefore, when Bark Scorpion attacked, she could only defend herself. Seeing that Merak kept retreating, Bark Scorpion became very excited, "Well, the legendary Stars Group sucks. I thought it was powerful." His eyes were scarlet like those of a wolf seeing its prey, and his smile was wicked, "Look, if I catch you later, what should I do to you? Should I break your limbs and turn you into a marionette, or chop off your limbs and make you a mutilated doll?"

"But choice is an illusion. He was programmed before he could walk. I just have to say the words, and the 'Standard' falls away." The Scribe leaned toward Leo and whispered a string of numbers—the old activation sequence Thorne had used on Elara. Leo went rigid. His eyes clouded over, his breathing becoming shallow and rhythmic. "Leo!" Lucian roared, lunging forward, but Marcus held him back. "Don't!" Marcus warned. "If he’s in a trigger-state, any threat will initiate a lethal response." The Scribe looked at us with triumph. "Behold the Legacy. Leo, kill the interlopers."

She just needed to get through this and then life would go on as normal. “I am also lycan,” she whispered out. “You all knew my father – Russell Heron. He was a great blacksmith.” There is murmuring of agreement. Most the Lycans constantly got their armory repaired by him. “And all of you I suspect are familiar with the Archer Legacy. The legendary Archer bloodline that was chosen has to slay the vampiress--”

I wasn't sure how long I'd been asleep when I woke up feeling thirsty. I went out to drink some water and found Leon still in the meeting, with his subordinates reporting to him. I caught a glimpse of his profile. I had always known he was hot and handsome, but from the side, his sharp facial features stood out even more. Even though he was sitting sideways on the couch, his tall frame was still evident. He was focused on his laptop, occasionally giving instructions to his subordinates. I had to admit that a man who was focused on his work was truly captivating.

Omar grabbed Megan to himself as soon as he heard his name and raised his head. It wasn't his father who had called, it was him, Taheem, the head of the Sheikh's guards. He stood menacingly, one hand on the hilt of the sword that hung on his waist and the other hand by his side in a fist. His gurtha flapped wildly around his head, disturbed by the desert harsh winds. Omar eyed him, his presence was never a good sign, nothing about him was a good sign.

She was none other than Herbew, Calista AKA Scarlet's brother from the previous life. “The last element. A vampire's shield, Sedna. Blow it.” Scarlet heard the Snake-charmer again and loosened her body weakening her attack. Behind her, Emerald was flapping his wings and howling looking at the sky strengthening that powerful force with his blood joined in the water. The moment that weapon emerged out of Valor's back, he dropped down over the ground with a thud with affection in his eyes and looked at Scarlet for one last time whimpering, “Take care of Alfie, Little Rat….”

Ryan held his mana weapon, which was a pair of twin short swords that looked like a white blade covered in yellow sand in his hands. The white came from the Sea King's trident and the sand Came from the claws of the Scorpion King. Xasha had grounded the claws into dust and mixed them with the Sea King's trident to create a new alloy. The new alloy gave weapons made from it an attraction force to sand particles in the air. The Scorpion King AKA the king of the dessert's aura was still in the sand on the blade and the sand particles in the air would treat it as if it was a living Scorpion King. Ryan poured mana into the blades and 300ft scorpion appeared in the sky, it turned itself into sand

For it was more prudent to do this. “I guess I owe you more now,” the young man lifted his head to reveal his handsome features. His green eyes stared intently at the Brute King’s figure with a bit of adoration. His complexion was darker than a regular inhabitant of the Mainland and his aura carried a great demonic smell. This young man was the last member of the Silver Wolves; the one the others had never met yet only knew; he was the team’s alchemist and the first person on Zandor to experience the Second Awakening; his name was Legion!