Prismo X Scarab Novels & Stories

I was Gavin Whitestone’s treasure for ten years. Then he abandoned me for another woman three times, and I finally saw the truth. I didn't love him anymore. I have three scars. Each one is named Gavin Whitestone. The first is just below my ribs, from a shootout two years ago. Sofia Bianchi ran out of a corner and took a bullet for Gavin. It hit her arm. Gavin sent every doctor in the city to her side, while I was left in a dark corner, pressing my hand to my stomach to keep myself from bleeding out from a piece of shrapnel.

How could something so small and young possibly know the location of such rare and powerful treasures? "The Prism Stone and the Phoenix Tree aren’t just things you can find lying around," Adrian said, a trace of doubt creeping into his voice. "The Prism Stone isn’t just any stone. It's a glowing, multicolored gem imbued with immense energy, far beyond that of ordinary spirit stones."

Xander moved toward the pedestal, his gold aura flaring to protect himself from the kinetic discharge, but even he was pushed back by a wave of pure, unrefined sound. "We can't fight it, Cassius! We need a bridge!" Emma stood at the edge of the circle, her psychic senses reeling from the cacophony. She saw the energy not as waves or numbers, but as a tangled, suffocating knot of colors - angry violets, jagged blacks, and sickly, neon greens. She realized that the scientific approach was the very thing causing the friction. The Prism was an artifact of the Wyrd, a creation born from the "Lost Opera," and it spoke the language of the soul, not the laboratory.

I rubbed my chin. “Damn Boss! Do we have any leads yet?” Tyson was eager for a good hunt. I swear if I did not know any better, I would say he was a bloodhound, not a wolf. “I did get a description of the scars on Karen and Tate. I’ll get a full description and personal details when I go meet with Alpha Mason.” I lean forward, elbows on my desk. “You’re personally handling this one?” Marcus is fishing. I can feel it. If Tyson was a bloodhound, Marcus was Sherlock Holmes himself.

They were just standing there as their eyes gave silent support to Tristan yet again. "Wow! Jaxon Jacobson! Just WOW!! You still believe in what you see and not try to find out?!" Tristan screamed "What is there to find out?!" Jaxon challenged "Wait and I will show you something and shove those fake spectacles off your eyes. Then only you will know what is there to find out." He snapped back "I didn't want to do this but sorry Rosalina!" He said making Jaxon puzzled He started to go through his phone and Jaxon could see the eyes of the other widened.

“But what if someone comes…” “That’s the idea, silly,” she breathes. “No, I mean, what if someone else comes in…” “I’ll keep a look out,” offers Laura helpfully. “You can imagine I’m Scar Son if you like,” pleads Sandra, starting to squirm around on the bed, her hips writhing in sexual frustration while she fucks herself with two fingers inside her panties.

I hid my hand inside the pocket of my hoodie and starts distracting myself. I entered an alley instead of the entrance in front. The blast of the music inside was already invaded my ears. Club X is where I spent my nights working. Lucas owns this place, he became my friend when I started a fight inside his bar. I stopped walking when I noticed something in the dark corner of the alley, a place where usually there's no light can reach. A two silhouette flashed, I heared a man screams who started pleading, it's not visible but there's a silhouette of two people in the dark. The man who keeps shrieking in pain was lying on the floor, while the other one kick his face.

And I was thankful for that. SKYLAR'S POV:- I was sitting on my bed, chewing my nails nervously. It had been an hour since Adam left. I was not sure if she would be back or not. I frowned as I suddenly tasted something bitter in my mouth. "Looks like he came back empty handed." I heard Scarlett, my wolf excited voice. Yes, my wolf woke up the very day I was mated with Adam. She was very wild and wonderful. She had big brown fur and orange eyes. She was not as tall as Anika's wolf, but she was very beautiful. Her tail was long and furry. I really loved her.

Layla scrambled back in terror, but it was too late. My claws ripped her dress, revealing the pale skin of her back. It was smooth. Flawless. There was no scar. And Myrna... Myrna had a hideous scar running from her left shoulder to her right hip. The scar I had touched a thousand times, but never once asked where it came from. "Moon Goddess," I collapsed. "What have I done?" "You regret it now?" Layla sat on the floor, her eyes filled with malicious glee. "It's too late, Clark. It's far too late."

But at the moment, I’d much rather be involved with bringing down a werewolf-run drug running operation instead of a vampire-inflicted human homicide bordering pack lands. “Detective Fergeson, it’s nice to meet you. I’m sorry it has to be under these conditions.” I say, turning to shake his hand. “I’m Alpha Scarlett, the Alpha of the Crimson Snow Pack and these,” I point to Bree and Dax, “these are my Gamma and Lead Warrior, Bree and Dax.” Motioning to the others, I tell him, “this is Blake, Serafina, Theo and Conan, four more of my warriors. And this is Tasha and Channing, two of my trackers. Channing is the one who found the deceased.” I hear someone clearing their throat near me. “Oh, for