Scorpion Book Novels & Stories

Ugh, think faster Agatha! As I got closer and closer to the back of his bookshelves, the sound got louder and louder. And when I was finally able to get close, I immediately threw the book that I'm holding to the man that is facing behind me. Oh, my gosh! He is being r*pe! And by a man! When I threw the book at him, they both turned and looked at me. My eyes widened when I saw Caleb naked and his forehead is wrinkled. When we both saw each other, my eyes widened and his eyes also widened and he quickly stood up when he recognized me. Dude, that was a wrong move! Now, his naked body is right in front of me! It's visible to my two naked eyes! As the woman covers her chest with her hand and gla

It didn’t matter as long as it took her to grow comfortable with him. According to him, it was going great. Her scent would shift whenever she saw him. Every living being had a unique scent that set them apart from the others. Werewolves were able to sense the shift in their hormones that gave away the emotions they were feeling right then. Sienna was happy to see him, and that was all he wanted.

I don't know how dangerous it is but for Elijah to say that, I know it won't be easy. Everyone seems to be racing fast. I didn't speak and just looked ahead and was nervous that I might see something there. I haven't noticed anything unusual about the place yet. But after a while, my eyes narrowed when I saw someone crawling ahead and their movements were very fast. "Scorpions!" Elijah shouted and quickly drew his sword. I held my breath and closed my eyes when a large scorpion jumped towards us. I heard the cut of Elijah's sharp sword. I remember how sharp his sword is. He can also let go and move on his own.

As the sun reached its zenith, the wind suddenly shifted. A low whistle echoed across the desert. Then another. The sand beneath our feet began to stir. "Everyone back!" Orion shouted. The ground erupted. A massive creature burst from beneath the dunes. It resembled a scorpion, but its body was forged from molten stone. Rivers of lava flowed through cracks in its enormous shell, and its blazing tail crackled with fire. Its glowing eyes fixed upon us. "The Infernal Scorpion," Aurel whispered. "It was created to guard the Flame Temple."

, he then gestured me to follow him and said "come along.” He stepped outside with me beside him. The air was cooler now. The sun was going down. As we walked, Cobra pointed at a man sitting near a log with a guitar resting on his lap. “That’s Scorpion,” he said quietly. “The burn scar on his face was from a car accident years back. He used to play in shows although he was not famous, but he tried.” Scorpion noticed us looking and gave a shy wave. His scar ran across his cheek like melted wax. He smiled anyway.

"Don, the knife work was lethal. If you'd truly meant to kill me, I wouldn't be here breathing." A flicker of madness in Wade's eyes froze for a split second before he erupted into a wild laugh. His laughter twisted the scars on his face into something even more sinister. Out of nowhere, he lunged and clamped down on my wrist. His grip was so strong I thought my bones might snap as he tried to shake me off. However, the moment his fingers brushed the inside of my wrist, he froze. There, an ugly burn scar marred my skin. It was an old wound, shaped like a scorched butterfly.

His reaction was a mix of horror and complete astonishment. He stared at the terrifying figure from head to toe with his eyes wide open. Then, he began to become defensive and yelped, "Amaranth, where did you get something like this? You’re scaring me! You win, you win! I give up. Are you happy now? I promise to forgive you if you drop the act and come out now!" However, the only thing resembling a response was the suffocating air circulating inside the morgue. He listened to his voice echo inside the claustrophobic space.

Ryan raised the chair in his hands, and with a swift motion, brought it down on me, his eyes cold as they met mine. I was paralyzed by the fear in my eyes, unable to move. "Ah!" The pain shot through me like a jolt of electricity, and I couldn't contain the blood-curdling scream that escaped my lips. My fingers were crushed instantly, mangled and bleeding, as I stared at them in disbelief. The physical pain, sharp and intense, barely compared to the crushing weight in my chest.

“Ours.” His eyes swept the space, locking onto the sleek, obsidian-black scorpion cornering Lyra against the wall. The creature’s segmented carapace glinted, its serrated pincers snapping in challenge. Its arched tail ended in a jagged stinger poised to strike. Red veins pulsed along its knee-high body. The wolf surged forward, a growl echoing in his mind. “Kill it. Protect her.” The scorpion lunged, but he was faster. He seized the stinger mid-strike. The creature thrashed, its claws snapping uselessly.

Their snarls surrounded me, their laughter cruel, their teeth flashing under the moonlight. I tried to run, but another claw slashed across my back. My vision blurred, hot blood dripping down my skin. The pain was unbearable, my wolf whimpering inside me. Then, everything went black.