Scorpio Saint Seiya Novels & Stories

She immediately bowed and so did her four companions, "Sorry, Your Highness for the blasphemy we did." "Y-You're the princess?" the man who pulled her asked. It touched Luna's hair but Sebastian immediately hit its hand. "Don't touch her!" Sebastian's complaint. He looked at the princess and smiled at her, "I'm Sebastian Chamillet, the most beautiful man that you will see in Magia." He looks like an angel but is a thorny warrior because of the scar on his eye. "I am Cassius Rodgers, Your Highness." the brown-haired man introduces himself, at the same time kissing the princess's hand.

Lionra stepped inside, his face holding a thousand secrets. Austin spun around, confronting the young Seer with a barrage of questions that had been building up since the incident at the Ancestors’ altar. “That bracelet. Do you know what really happened?” Austin pointed at the jewelry circling Seara’s wrist. “Why did it react like that to Seara? Explain it briefly!” Lionra let out a long sigh, gazing at the bracelet with a melancholic look. “The bracelet chose Seara because she’s a suitable vessel for the Luna synergy from Lycanisius.”

I didn't know how they were, I was worried that anything could happen and I was probably the weakest there. As I walked into the villa, I saw more armed men. We opened the door, went inside and I asked him, "Who are we going to see, Anthony?" "Queen.... Queen Scorpion," he replied. I gasped in surprise, "Queen Scorpion? You mean the vicious leader of the Black Scorpions?" I heard someone laughing from a distance and when I turned, I saw a young beautiful girl say, "I would hardly describe myself as someone vicious." I smiled, Umm... Hi, sorry, are you....."

“Yasu-san… Press the brake when I tell you. It’s gonna be timing that matters here. That exact moment when you press the brake create a domain. Do you understand?” “It’s catching up… Its close to laying its hands on Akihiko!” says Seirei while finding the sniper under the seat with another black whip made out of energy. “He’ll be fine. Just a few moments away from being ruptured by a… what was it called again?” “AN ORGAN GOUGER!” “But wait. Wasn’t it a consumer…?” “No one cares! I want to survive at least with this body once! Here, take this cr*p!” says Seirei while tossing the sniper to Ayame in the back.

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

An aura this dangerous and imposing could only originate from a perfect class fighter—someone whose very powers eclipsed his own. Standing next to the young man was a fiery red figure. Despite the distance between them, Zayn could still tell who she was—Lysithea. In other words, the young man was Ezra Sword, the Saint’s numero uno and Zayn’s biggest, most challenging competitor. Both Zayn and Ezra held their gazes for five seconds. Inconspicuous sparks, which would have completely escaped the attention of untrained common folks, broke out in the space between them. In their mental landscape, however, the two had traded blows.

I'm at peace with our decision but I hate seeing my friends suffer. "Damn you, take me!" I yell to the sky. Magic bursts behind me but I don't look back. Lightning strikes again and hits Ashrac. His body is tossed high and I have hope that the Goddess has taken our offer and will save him. His dragon explodes from his human body with a burst of light that's impossible to look at. "Ahhhh, hell," screams Sarn and the magic behind me bursts again. I dare to glance back. Sierra and Sarn are the most incredibly brilliant purple dragons. "What the hell," I mutter.

A long scar crossed her throat. The same place Kiyomi’s knife had touched mine. Kiyomi saw it. “That is not you.” The woman smiled. “Which one?” Her voice entered the chamber without opening the door. I stepped closer. “Who are you?” She placed one hand over the scar. “A memory with nowhere to die.” Shigure lowered his sword. “Astraya.” The woman’s gaze moved to him. “Executioner.” Something passed between them. Recognition. Hatred. Renji cursed under his breath.

The silver scaled young man still felt his head was like being pounded, and he hazily noticed the presence of cold girl was now clashing with raging waters of the Treader of Starry River, Edwin. The silver scaled young man warped several times passing the hallways. He arrived right in the middle of a hall of water supply. It was flooding slightly over his ankle and he took turns looking at Edwin and the cold girl who was on a stand - off. The girl was wearing servant uniform and she was unmistakably a Scion. Her clawed hands reeked of Scion energy that felt frigid, and yet, what she wielded was a sword made of Holy Silver. It was a curious sight for the silver scaled young man and he turned

She was breathtakingly beautiful – the kind of woman who could stop traffic with a single glance. “You’re being a psycho,” Sage continued. “Leaving me for her. But I’m not giving up, Damien. I’m not going to stop until I have you back where you belong.” She pulled my hand closer to her, trying to press it against her breast. Her skin was warm, familiar, but it felt wrong now. My wolf recoiled from her touch, wanting only Liora. “Let go of me,” I said firmly, yanking my hand away from her grasp.