Saint Seiya Scorpio Milo 소설 & 이야기

He’s kneeling, doubled over, clutching his chest as the glow pulses beneath his skin like trapped lightning. “Milo!” I start forward— Lucien yanks me back.“Don’t. Not until we know what form he’s in.” “What form?! He’s a kid!” Lucien shoots me a pained look. “Elora… he might not be.” My breath goes cold.Milo lifts his head. His pupils are gone.His eyes shine pure silver.His small face is streaked with tears—but they glow too. “Elora,” he whispers, “I’m sorry. I didn’t want you to find out like this.”

I feel both their eyes on me, but I don’t look up. “Impressive change of aura, Kitten.” I look up to glare at him and Isaak taps a beat on the arm of the chair, grinning. “You might be fun after all." "My name is Milo." I snap, glaring at him. His eyes widen, like he was surprised. "Oh?" Kasym grins, looking up from his laptop. “He definitely has sass.” Those blue eyes focus on my lips and I curb the shiver. “And that fucking mouth of his.”

Saul “We have brought the adventurers with us.” The man showed the two SS-ranked adventurers behind him. Suna Mikiya, and Clairmont Rodrigar. The girl named Suna Mikiya has a clean and innocent look on her face. Her bright frosty blue eyes were wide and friendly, and her rosy lips curved to form a warm smile. Contrary to Suna’s friendly looks, Clairmont Rodrigar’s expression was calm and aloof. Despite his demeanour, his appearance is an embodiment of fury in itself; bronze skin and raven eyes. His eyes were the shade of gold with a slight hue of red.

We don’t always use our Alpha titles during sex, but sometimes it’s fun and this is one of those nights. “Goddess, yes. I need to feel you inside me. Please.” She begs, practically whimpering, her emerald green eyes pleading with me. Those eyes. When Scarlett turns those big green eyes on you, it’s like she’s looking directly into your soul. It’s almost unnerving, yet at the same time, you never want to pull your eyes away from hers.

Selena’s POV I stared at the room again to see if I could see any training tools but I didn’t see any,my eyes wasnt deceiving me. Where I will be training? I repeated his words before I could stop myself. Yes,we will start from the basics,he repeated ,his face not smiling. He look just like the same mafia boss I had met at the pharmacy,face emotionless with predatory eyes. How the hell will I train when there is no mechine to train ,will I just be standing all day.

Amara turned, eyes narrowing. Milo Nero. Tall, white-haired, dressed in a dark burgundy suit like a vampire king. His eyes were black holes. “You must be the prodigal daughter,” he said, stepping closer. “I’ve waited a long time to meet the girl who turned Sicily inside out.” Amara stepped forward, shielding Isabel behind her. “You’re done,” she said. “Granada’s no longer yours.” Milo laughed. “Oh, niña. You really think this ends with me?”

We always have been, and I don’t ever want to lose that. “I don’t know who was behind it, but they knew what way we were travelling, and there were a lot of them. Milena… she- she did well, but if she wasn’t a skilled fighter, she would be dead.” There, I admitted it. Sia pauses and looks at me. “Skilled?” “She’s part of the Arkan. She’s Milo’s sister and my mate.” Sia gasps, almost dropping the bottle in her hand. “She’s your mate!”

“I’m guessing you know what a High Sorcerer—” “I know what it is,” he says. He swallows hard. “My father was one.” “Oh?” “Listen,” Milo says. He looks me in the eyes. “I’m going to be very honest with you here.” “Okay?” “I am not someone you want as an enemy.” “I don’t really want any enemies.” “I mean it,” he says. “If anything happens to Lyra, you’re going to wish you had never been born. I can be ruthless. And when someone wrongs me, I never, ever forget it.”

Continuring Sylar's POV: I heard Lyle walk in then with Milo."Sylar~ You're back. That's good." Lyle told me. "Don't go running off like that again." "Why not?" I asked him. "Because you have a mate," Lyle hissed. "Milo, meet your number one fan," I told him and pointed to the girl on the couch. "I found her drooling over your books." Milo widened his eyes and looked towards her.

The blow forces Milo to fall to the side, allowing Saint to overtake him and roll on top. Saint extends his claws into Milo’s shoulders and lifts him up to growl eye to eye with him. Milo grabs Saints wrists just as Saint slams him into the floor. The sound of Milo’s skin tearing almost makes me sick to my stomach. Milo howls as Ghost comes forward and claws at Saint’s wrists, desperately trying to pull his claws out from his shoulders. Saint lifts him a second time and slams him down again. This time, the back of Milo’s head cracks against the hard tiles. His eyes roll back and his body relaxes. Dark red blood spreads out on the floor below his head. I turn my head away and shut my eyes.