Novel & Cerita Scorpion Book

Hudde and Godefray were badly wounded, and Ayla and Milton were healing them while the others were fighting undead knights. A loud bang echoed inside the temple. Moments later, one door opened, and a scorpionman—a creature with the face and torso of a man, while the other half was that of a scorpion—entered the chamber. In his hands, he held two curved swords. As he moved forward, his tail lifted, and he pointed the stinger straight at Rhobart. The clock on the wall indicated two in the morning.

He was about to have Azulthaël freed when the scorpion, in one last-ditch effort to win, flicked its gland upwards, striking Rex in the chest. “OOF” he gasped as it sank into his flesh, making him release the tail while falling backward in shock, looking down, he was able to see an inch hole in his skin. Once it had dispatched Rex, it brought its stinger down onto Azulthaël once more, without Rex’s help he was not able to prevent it from striking himself too, the stinger driving deep into his chest. After the scorpion had defeated them both, it rocked backward, clicking its pincers, screeching loudly, the sound echoing out across the area.

Their pincers were small and slim while their tails were like meathooks. There were so many of them on the rocks, on the sand and even inside the holes of the rocks. It was like looking at an ant mound which was certainly not how scorpions that Matthew knew would behave. Such dangerous and formidable creatures living in a colony would only bring bad news. “What did you see Matthew?” Cecilia asked. Matthew took the binoculars off his eyes and walked over to the campfire. “Scorpions.” “S-scorpions?!” Cecilia gasped.

"I know we need to leave. But would you mind if I...?" "Take your time," he said, rising. "I'll be in my room. Come for me when you're ready." He left, and I was alone with the quiet and the heavy book. I slid it closer, its stiff cover groaning in protest. The first page I turned to held a chillingly precise ink illustration of a "Silent Scourge." The text described a skeletal horror with unnervingly long, scythe-like claws. Though deaf, it could sense the faintest whisper of mana, possessed blinding speed, and had vision that far surpassed any mortal's.

Together I woke up with a heavy feeling. It’s like there’s a heavy rock on top of me. And i felt like something is liking my face. I forcely opened my eyes and a light from the window hit my eyes. The thing who's liking my face is a fucking dog. I hate dogs the most! I wanted to pushed away the dog from me but my body is jailed by a demon. The Demon is named Seymour Rios Evans, sleeping peacefully beside me while his arms are hugging my waist and chest tightly.

"What, is Mom not as important as some junk locket? You know what happens if her condition worsens." "I know." I cut him off, my voice cracking as I crouched on the floor. "No one knows better than me when she loses it." My old scars burned as I recalled it. Like a volatile child, she'd speak kindly one moment, and the next, brand me with a hot poker. The smell of scorched flesh haunted my nightmares. Andre fell silent, knowing how diligently I had cared for Evelyn, but a moment later, he hardened again. "I got it, you don't want her to get better."

I screamed, the smell of my pain and flesh as it burned, commingling the air to form a gut-wrenching fragrance. Without taking any time to think about it, I let my eyes meet my brother's. He was staring at me without a single hint of remorse, and beside him, a satisfied smirk sat on his mate's face. This was really it. There was no getting mercy. Not from my family and not from my pack. My eyes dropped closed as pain consumed me whole, and I whispered weakly. "Help me, Cassius." And just like that, darkness swept me under, my last breath floating behind me.

I was curious to see what it wanted to do. Finally, twenty minutes after, all sorts of savage beasts had appeared, as though for a grand assembly. Aerial birds and land beasts of all kinds arrived from all around. Based on descriptions from the books in the Book Collection Vault, I could name several just by a glance. Still... some were just unbelievably unheard of. The animals watched Boss and I, in all ecstacy. Scorpion Tail Chameleon seemed to be radiating an inexplicably aura that left me puzzled. Finally, the lion spoke:

Balanced on one foot, Mathin withdrew his own gun and stood ready to aid should Scy need it. He didn’t. As relentless as death and hurricane-swift, he wove a dizzying light show around the were-beast that was every bit as skilled as Mathin’s. Fireworks exploded from their dueling blades, then the were-beast staggered. Scy’s blade leapt forward and impaled itself deep within the monster. Without a trace of remorse, Scy held it there until it had sizzled a black hole within the body cavity, burning away lungs and organs. The stink of burning hair and charred meat filled the air, and the were-beast’s eyes dimmed, then finally went dark. He was dead.

Twice Cleopoda had wiped at the blood that dripped from her nose to the brown pages of the old book in front of her. She was grateful Garius wasn’t looking, sometimes the old man would be busy looking through the old books to care whether she read or not. But she read, she read because Garius asked her questions at the end of every session and he hit her cruelly and with frustration whenever she failed to answer correctly. It wasn’t easy to read the almost faded symbols and scripts from the old brown books, mouth the words which meaning she didn’t know and at the same time try to halt the voices in her head, they were so loud sometimes, they made her head ache and caused her nose to bleed bu