Scorpion Book Novels & Stories

Some of their venoms also splashed onto Kendall's body, but she did not panic. A few minutes later, Kendall had killed hundreds of poisonous scorpions, and their corpses were scattered everywhere. She was weak, so she was tired after killing so many poisonous scorpions in a row. However, to her relief, more than a dozen of those hundreds of poisonous scorpions had inner cores in their bodies. She remembered an ancient book that she had read. It mentioned that some insects and beasts would absorb heaven and earth's spiritual energy and form inner cores in their bodies after living for a long time.

Every time an experiment failed, when I was exhausted and my spiritual defenses were at their weakest, Clark would hold me, gently stroking the back of my neck to comfort me. But now I knew. He wasn't comforting me. He was using a special needle to siphon my core talent, my very essence, to be "absorbed" by Layla. He wasn't just stealing my results. He was draining my very soul, drop by drop. My hand was shaking, but not from sorrow. From rage. At the very bottom of the safe lay a scroll. I unrolled it. It was a draft of a blood oath, written in magical ink.

He dialled a number and as soon as it was picked, he said, “Come in here now.” In just a few minutes, the leader of the warriors knocked and was told to come in. “If they can find the exact place where they found me, the pit Vee is, is not too far from there.” Scott said to them and Alpha Marcus couldn't help but to stare at him, amazed by his smartness, despite the fact that he was so young. “But hold on a second, what pit is he talking about?” Alpha Marcus asked his Beta, a bit confused, not sure of what Scott just talked about.

I shrieked when it opened. And... My eyes fell upon a body, half of it covered in blood. His eyes were closed, and I felt my knees tremble. I covered my mouth, realizing who it was. Orion... Large beads of sweat ran down my face, and my entire body felt paralyzed. My gaze remained fixed in his lifeless form. Even with my hands stiff, I forced myself to grab my phone, about to call 911 when I heard barking. I looked to the side and saw a woman with a dog staring at me, then back at the lifeless person inside the car.

I growled. “Fine.” Rumpel Kracknuts threw up his hands. Griff’s chest split open, and out flew a scorpion the size of a cat. Only it wasn’t a regular one—it had pincers larger than my balled fists and black beetle wings, just like the creatures that had chased us out of the hotel. And the flying scorpion was gliding toward me.

I shifted my gaze toward our front. “WATCH OUT!” I immediately leaped toward another giant scorpion that appeared from nowhere and rammed my fist inside its head, breaking its thick shell. The monster was shrieking in pain while trying to shake me off. I held on to what was left of its brain until its stinger dived to stab me, but not before jumping away. Its own head got impaled instead; through the hole I made. In an instant, the whole body collapsed on the ground, lying motionless.

His eyes still on mine as if searching for an answer to a question he hadn't asked yet, he gracefully grabbed his towel from the weight bench. As he dabbed the sweat off his face and neck, I avoided looking at his forearms. This was Connor in another form, different from tuxedos, scrubs and laboratory coats. This one looked like temptation in it's entire form. I swallowed, a slurpy sound escaping my throat. I flinched, because I was sure he heard it. I read somewhere that dreams can manifest if you think about it a lot. My chest tightened against the air. "Come in," he beckoned, plainly, like I belonged in the space.

June leaned closer to confirm her suspicions of the creature that Madison found to make sure that it was what Veronica had morphed into. “A Lamia? “June said. She read the description of the folklore. “Seriously, where did you find this book? “ “Like I told you before, I found it on the bookshelf down there,” Madison said as she continued to scroll through the pages. “Trying to find out what coach Lockwood turn into? “April G asked. “Yeah, I think I just found it,” “Well, do not keep us in suspense,” June said. “He was an aqrabuamelu. Apparently, it is a scorpion human hybrid that feeds on virgins and young women, “

"Bullshit. Monsters like you don't get to have mated and no matter how forgiving the moon goddess is, she can and will never forgive the likes of you" "Well your loss..." "No honey... It's yours..." The councilman said sinisterly and with long strides, he made his way into Felecia's personal space and raked his claws swiftly on both sides of her face. Felecia went down with a scream as her hands went up to protect her face but the councilman didn't stop. He moved further down, getting his claws into her arms and torso. It was when he was finally done did the audience notice that the marks where left in a particular pattern. A pattern I recognized so well and Felecia was screwed.

She would however change the topic whenever I probed. 'Scarlett. ' She warned when I stretched my arm to pick it up. ‘ If I am a warlock like you claim then I need to know. ' No matter how hard I tried to turn around and face Astra, my eyes remained glued on the book. It was as if it's presence was compelling me to open it and go through every page. A wooded box sat beside it, catching my attention all of a sudden. I closed my eyes to shove down the itch, to regain control over my emotions. ' Yes Scarlett, it is a book of spells, written by different warlocks over the years. '