Scorpion Control Phoenix Novels & Stories

He caught her eye across the facility and gave her a small nod, nothing that would draw attention, just enough to say he had seen her and she was not entirely alone in the room. Beside the equipment rack stood a woman Sierra had not encountered before. Phoenix. She had heard the name in corridor whispers, always with a particular quality of respect that the fighters reserved for very few of their own. At twenty-eight, Phoenix was compact and dark-haired, with the kind of build that suggested speed over power and eyes the color of strong tea that were currently conducting the same assessment of Sierra that Sierra was conducting of her. A scar ran from her left temple to the corner of her mout

I could see sweat start to bead along his brow, obviously the bad news was not over. “Our alliance with Arizona, New Mexico, and Nevada had fallen through. Apparently there is a new pack leader in Desert Scorpion by the name of Chester Firephax that has been stirring up the pot. He recently fought his uncle to the death for the position, so people are taking him seriously.”

He stepped closer, and she sidestepped to move away. “Wh- what was that?” she managed to stammer. Her eyes stayed on the shattered remains of the scorpion, not daring to look directly at him. Its sticky black fluids spilled all over the floor. “A Nightspike Scorpion,” he answered, his voice so deep it rumbled, the sound spreading warmth through her core. “Its venom causes nightmares, hallucinations. Prolonged exposure severs our connection to our wolf. It would’ve killed you.” She should have been grateful. She was grateful but she felt exposed under his gaze. His scarred face, framed by the unforgiving cut of his jawline, carried a brutal appeal she couldn’t tear her eyes from, even if she

Beside him, and in the vehicles that followed, were the specialized squads that made the Next Gen Phoenix Mafia the most formidable organization in the three cities. "Sienna, Jax—take the street level," Chester’s voice crackled over the secure, low-frequency comms. "I want a clean sweep of the financial district. If it’s wearing a 'Lineage Guardian' patch, neutralize it. No lethal force unless absolutely necessary, but I want them off the board."

Phoenix then nodded as he walked over to Colt's bed and touched his shoulder before closing his eyes and muttering some ancient Latin words. Vaan enquired, "What is he doing?" “Phoenix has the power to control the mind, but he needs to stare into your eyes to do it. He can also communicate with everyone's inner thoughts, thus even if they are sick or dead, Phoenix can still reach them,” Primo explained while staring at Lilith, "With that, Phoenix can talk to Colt and get him to wake up,” he added. "Why are you acting in this way?” Bianki enquired.

By sunset, only Adrian’s people remained. Adrian led her inside, his sharp gaze was all over her. The grand entrance boasted a massive chandelier, dripping with crystal, reflecting light across marble floors polished to perfection. A staircase curled up to the second floor, its golden railings gleaming under the dim lights. Art pieces hung on the walls. There was no doubt this was the home of someone who controlled everything within its walls. "Listen carefully, Seraphina," Adrian finally spoke, turning to face her. "There are rules you will follow if you intend to stay here. Break them, and we will have problems."

Max replied. “Well actually that’s true.” As I was talking, they were slowly inching their way closer. If they were similar to the Vampires in my book, they would be incredibly fast. Andrews POV This person is not like any being I know about. I glanced at Max, and he seemed to be under the same conclusion. There was an unknown breed in this room that could control a Phoenix. We slowly got closer to her, as we did her intoxicating smell was leaving me nearly high. If she could do this to me with just her smell, I could only imagine what she tasted like. I had to get closer. I needed to touch her to taste her. Max must be thinking about the same thing. I was scared of the bird though. Fire cou

CHAPTER 61.1 EVELYN'S P.O.V My brows furrowed as I asked Phoenix with curiosity. “What was that?” Phoenix darkened eyes filled with murderous intent, immediately softened. “It was just an insect that can't be killed with a single pesticide,” Phoenix said with a smile on his face yet his eyes were filled with killing intent. I could guess who were the insects that he was talking about. I let out a heavy sigh as I finished my food, then faced him.

Marcus came and sat beside her. "It will get better," he said. "Will it?" Maya asked. "The Phoenix is still out there. Still recruiting. Still hunting. How do we protect him? How do we give him a normal life when there is no such thing?" Marcus did not have an answer. Because there was no answer. The Phoenix was not something you could defeat in a single battle. It was something you had to manage. Contain. Fight constantly. A new threat that never fully went away. At federal headquarters, Cross was reviewing security footage.