Scorpion Hawk Novels & Stories

A few individuals from the Chief heavenly messengers had been killed and the Tigers were driving with a wide hole in scores. Scorpion, Screw's Cousin who served as the Tiger's head and a portion of his major young men had gone to one of their joints and safe-houses, an uncompleted structure, to chill. Screw was among the young men who went with Scorpion. As Scorpion chose a block and exposed out a stogie, he saw a message on the floor and a plume with it. He called the consideration of a portion of his young men and they generally read it together. "The Host of Heavenly messengers is coming to sting the scorpion by 5.45pm." They read the message resoundingly. Scorpion investigated his wristw

“They’re not gonna let us go that easily huh?” The 3 meter tall scorpion guard stood menacingly with its shiny black eyes reflecting some light, as if casting fear into its prey. It purred while staring at the Hunters while swinging its tail from side to side with its stinger pointed at the Hunters. It was blocking the way to the raptor who were visibly panicking now. “What do we do now?” Mira asked. “We’ll have to push through. I trust that you boys can handle that thing?” Yuki said.

"Aw, YEAH BOI!" As the gunships began their dropoff operation the NightHawk dropped the Scorgon tank clearing the path for the rest of its smaller allies. Though the massive 421-ton scorpion-shaped tank can easily decimate the silver hammer’s defensive emplacements with its massive High-frequency pincers and shock cannon destroying any heavy fortifications that could pose a threat to the iron mammoth tanks. Despite its hulking size and bulking armor it could easily move at speeds of 418 miles per hour and fire off several microlasers mounted on the legs for additional protection.

To sigh. " Finish her." With this being said, he turns around to leave when I scream from behind. Clenching my fists. " W...ho...a..re you!" The man's back stiffens and that's when he runs his fingers through his hair. To let the hood drop. “ Cerberus… they call me Cerberus . The barrier between life and death. And also the loyal servant of her, my Queen. Heratte…” “ The Goddess of Darkness.”

“He’d seen other scavengers attach themselves to humans before, so he thought he could as well do it. And here we are.” “Why is he so damn massive?” asked Trisha. Amy grimaced. “The nutritive value of Price’s energy. Kujo started off as a regular two-foot-long parasite, and ended an eight-foot-tall half-breed demon.” “Jesus!” “Language,” Amy and I said at the same time, and the three of us chuckled. “He has wings?” I asked. “Yeah, but they’re like broken.” Trisha showed her the screen grab and Amy sighed yet again. “He’s too big to stay around, Fran. He needs a big dark place like Pennhurst to stay alive.”

What do you see? Remoire stopped flying for a while and widens the radius of where he was circling. Soon, he comes back to answer me. ‘It’s what I have been trying to tell you, master. It’s Kirin. Asmodeous’s pet scorpion.’

He looked at her and smiled, touching her hair as he spoke with her mouth full of blood “Be careful dear, the enemies are lurking around you..they want you dead” he manages to speak before giving up the ghost. His corpse was carried in a van as they made their way back, instead of singing the song of victory, they brought back sorrow. Macho walked into the hall, as everyone paused and looked at him. He wasn’t also happy but didn’t show it. Scorpion is one of the oldest members of the Clan. According to history, he had joined the clan when Macho was only a boy, when his father was still in that position before handling it to Macho. Scorpion was Macho’s first tutor, before gaining more trainin

“Dm!” Windy felt scared when he had to hunt with Ezra; he involuntarily cursed. Since hunting with Ezra was very risky and laborious, it was not according to standard rules but special training. The prey they caught must not die; it must be alive. The prey they just caught will not be kept but must be released, and they have to track down the prey they have just seen. And that will repeat many times until Ezra stops.

I don’t know said Scott as they crossed the road to the truck. The wind changes—metallic, sharp. Wingbeats thread it, too big for gulls. A shadow banks over the clock tower and drops, skimming awnings, trailing the stink of carrion and ozone. “Ah, ah, food, feed I must.” It comes low and fast: not a harpy, not a bird, not anything a sane person would name. Skin like scorched parchment stretched over bone. Wings webbed and ragged, edges smoking as if it carried its own chemical burn. Eyes glowing a bruised gold.

The golden-backed scorpion felt Alexander's powerful aura and shrank obediently in his hand, too afraid to move. "Haha! That scorpion is just as cowardly as you!" Eagle was amused. He thought that the golden-backed scorpion was afraid of his centipede. The scorpion would most likely end up as his centipede's dinner. "Go!" Alexander's energy surged and channeled into the scorpion, giving it a large amount of energy. The golden-backed scorpion leaped into the field as if pumped with steroids and roared. It was a parasite enhanced with the strength of the Lord of War.