Mk Legends: Scorpion Novels & Stories

“I know you want me to talk about how I’m feeling and maybe it would make me feel better about Merrick’s upcoming wedding, but I think we have bigger things to deal with right now. Like those scents that our patrols picked up. I know you were telling me about them when I zoned out, so catch me up. Cayden narrows his eyes at me for a moment and says, “Okay, but we’re nowhere near done talking about this, Scarlett.” Oh, goodie, I think to myself. Want to bring Zella, too? How about your parents and siblings? Let everyone in on my private life. “Anyway, our patrols haven’t been able to identify the scents. They aren’t rogue wolves. They aren’t wolves at all. Some trackers went out to see if the

"Don't you think… don't you think Paul deserves a much better Luna? Someone who would be more acceptable to the pack, someone with the skills and strength to match his own. Perhaps, someone without any scars from their bitter past-" Before I could finish my question, Jayson signaled for a short break from the combat. Stepping away from the arena, he fetched me a bottle of water and considered it for less than a second before saying, "No." "No?!" I repeated the one- word answer he had given as I spat out my water, almost spraying him unintentionally. "No, I don't think he needs anyone else as his partner, nor do I think you are any less deserving of him. Did you know Lexie, that not too long

Silence descended upon the war room, heavy and suffocating. Liam’s eyes flashed a dangerous, primal blue: the bright luminescent hue of his Lycan form threatening to break through his human restraint. "He’s cornered, unhinged and moving toward a Sovereign relic he doesn't understand." "He understands enough to know it's a power source," Anna said softly. Her amber eyes narrowed as she swiped her fingers across her sync-pad, mentally pulling up the classified blueprint schematics of her mother’s hidden vault deep beneath the Bloodmoon Citadel.

The terminal whirred loudly as it dug through centuries of forgotten data, and the blue glow from the screen cast eerie shadows against my pale skin. I watched the scan sift through the old wars, the ancient blood pacts, and the fragmented records of extinct bloodlines that hadn't walked the earth in a millennia. If she wasn't a standard supernatural, then she had to be a descendant of something much older and far more dangerous. Ten agonizing minutes passed in tense silence, and I was just about to run a manual override when the screen suddenly froze. The harsh red error message vanished, and a single string of glowing gold text appeared in the dead center of the monitor.

Wherever they went, there would be a disaster. The members of the Scorpion Organization were very mysterious. All the people who had seen them were dead. The only way to identify them was the colorful scorpion tattoo on the neck of all the members of the organization. The color included seven colors, red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue and purple. The more colors the scorpion had, the higher the position the owner was in the organization. Among these members of the Scorpion Organization, their scorpion tattoos had at least two colors and at most five.

Hunt would distance himself from me even more if he knew how weak I was. If we were mates, Hunt needed a strong Luna. Not someone like me. Inside I knew I was strong, but deep down I knew I wasn't strong enough to handle another rejection. My birthright place as Luna in my pack had been stolen from me and I was humiliated. Beaten too when I tried to argue my rights. I could still feel the scars on my body.

Especially not when he was stood with a rogue himself. "You can't exactly judge," I replied as I pointed to the guy. "He was part of Moon Shadow prior to their downfall. He just hasn't been fully accepted into the pack," Luca said. I could see his fists clenched at his side and I could hear the way in which he was controlling his breathing which only served to make me smile to myself.

The snake's head turn towards me, but John threw a piece of concrete at it. "Hey, over here!" John pulled its attention away from me, letting me get closer. I dove forward, slamming the pendent into the snake's scales. It shrieked, dissolving into a black mist that swarmed to the pendant's stone center. A breath of the creature's power whispered through my mind leaving the snake's name. Louca. Pain shot back from the pendant into my hand, burning as the metal grew white hot. I dropped it to the floor, swearing.

Scarlet's Pov: The first light of dawn painted the sky in soft pastels, casting a gentle glow over the ancient woods where my pack thrives. The Silver Star Pack, a symbol of centuries of lupine history, is located in the center of this mystical world. Tall trees form a natural fortress, their branches entwined like ancient guardians. I emerge from the depths of the woods. My auburn hair, touched by the morning dew, frames a face marked with determination.

That is something that Hera can’t forgive. “So this is where you are hiding. Scorpion King…” Hera called the guy with a scorpion tattoo on his arms. He also have a piercing in his nose and ears. Wearing many accessories he looks like a typical pig with necklace on its neck. Hera smirk, she never thought that she would face him again. “Lacido, what a funny name you created.” He insulted as he throw the cigar that was on his mouth a while ago. “Nice jewelries. You look like a trash sprayed with perfume. Even with the scent of the strongest perfume on the world, they can never hide the way you stink like hell.”