Scorpion Book Novels & Stories

The corrupting energy washed over him, and he cried out, collapsing to his knees. It couldn't harm him as it harmed me, but he felt it—a soul-deep chill, a violation that stole his breath. His intervention disrupted the beam's focus. The tether to me wavered, its grip loosening. Elara didn't scream. She moved with a ferocity I didn't know she possessed. Her eyes, clear and sharp with a lucid fury, spotted the obsidian dagger where it had fallen. She lunged, her bandaged hand closing around the hilt.

CHAPTER FIVE | THE BARGAIN DAHLIA HAYES I froze, his words lingering in the air long after he said them. They were heavy, powerful, dangerous, and tempting. His offer was everything anyone would expect me to not just want but desperately need. He promised me revenge, redemption, and desire, all at once. Anyone else would have jumped at the offer, but I wasn’t anyone. I was Dahlia Hayes. Playing it safe was the only thing that had kept me alive this long, and I wasn’t about to change that for a bargain with the devil.

“Rogue scent. That was the terrible job of a sloppy rogue. He must have been impatient to go out. ”Kael said, crouching. " Well it is horrible. ” He laughed " you actually sniffed it faster than I thought. Your scent must be really strong” " It is” I closed my eyes and breathed in deeply. The forest opened to me. Scents layered themselves. Pine, damp earth, old blood..t beneath it all was something else. A thread. Thin, vibrating, wrong. “There, ” I said, pointing. “They passed through here two nights ago. Three wolves. One is injured.

Next was the pillows; they flew farther than anything I had thrown, hitting the walls with two good thuds. My anger and aggression paused as I realized the pillows had never been that heavy. Slowly, I turned back to the rumpled sacks on the floor as they began to wiggle to life. My scream of anger turned to one of sheer terror as two creatures began to crawl out of the cases. They lifted their heads towards me and snarled in rage as their black, soulless eyes pinned me to my spot. The next scream from my mouth was one of sheer terror.

I had to quickly look at where I placed my hand, just to find something. Much to my surprise, it was a black scorpion. The creature was still at the spot where it stung me. It was spiralling around slowly as if it was going to deliver its second load of venom. There was no need to pity the wicked creature even though it lacked the nerve to reason how wrong it was to sting my poor little finger. I had no choice but to kill it with a powerful smash to the poor creature.

Lucien suddenly said ominously, holding my hand tightly, and I looked in closely, and saw the solid darkness was not actually darkness, but black scorpions. A gasp escaped me at their numbers, and I took rapid steps backwards. The scorpions after covering the door suddenly began to flood down on the floor, and I let out a loud scream. The journey had begun.

a bone-curling scream tore through her throat before she burst into sorrowful sobs. She has been raped! Her flower has been stolen by a rapist! She sobbed loudly. Saffron’s mind was too slow to register where she was or what she was doing there, until the bathroom door was pushed open. Standing by the door in his full glory was Caspian, the man of every woman’s dream. Tall with straight hairy legs, smooth and muscular built with a fine line of hair trailing down his chest to where the eyes could reach– above his white towel that was loosely tied around his waist.

She had been the one to tear up my test papers and throw my textbooks and backpack into the pond. She even forced me to glue the shredded pieces back together. If I couldn't do it, she would stomp on me. But now, the face in my memory blurred with the one before me, making it hard to focus on her. Suddenly, the red fog surrounded us. This time, we could all see clearly that it was like sulfuric acid, eating away at her flesh. The woman's screams echoed in our ears. After a long while, it was finally quiet again. My gaze shifted to the last remaining person, Charlotte. By now, she was the only survivor of her group.

Suddenly, he felt a strange vibration throughout his body and looked up to see unfamiliar words written on the cave wall. With a burst of light, the words disappeared, and he saw the light shoot up to the moon, surrounded by a shimmering dance of stars. He followed the light until he found himself in the maternity ward of Corer Hospital. The light stopped at Ward 119, and he heard the cry of a newborn baby.

Only the scent of the familiar zesty and woodsy smell. Giovanni. I woke up some time in the early hours of the following afternoon. It felt like an elephant was sitting on my skull and someone had thrown me to the floor, crushing my chest. The covers surrounded my body like a soft cloud, the warmth and comfort it provided me with helped soothe my aches and pains but didn’t detract from the headache. My eyes blinked back the sleep, allowing the daylight to gradually invade my sight. I scanned the room, Giovanni’s perfectly seaweed coloured gazed intently at his book. His elbows rested on bent knees exposing his toned biceps through his shirt.