Scorpion Hawk Novels & Stories

Lucas York continued inward. Suddenly, he heard the sounds of combat. “It doesn’t sound like zombies fighting, it’s…humans?” Light glinted across Lucas’ gaze. It must be Mia Yard’s teacher and White Lotus’ Scorpion Guardian. According to Claud Cheswick, the Scorpion Guardian was a Rank 3 Evolved One, he must be terrifyingly strong. He quickly walked toward the source of the sounds and found that countless zombies were surrounding two people. There were a man and a woman. An intense aura of evil emanated from the man's scrawny figure, and there were scorpion tattoos on his face.

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.

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.”

His size might probably be because of his fight with Mammon, causing him to drain his energy and be weakened. So far, no one has noticed what the scorpion really is—or even noticed that it was there. Afraid that someone might notice that it is a demon, I move back, hiding the fact that I was drawing my dagger from the shadows before I swiftly flick my wrist, sending the dagger flying towards Asmodeus in his scorpion form. The dagger flew quickly, stabbing Asmodeus’s small form and sending him back into the dark crevice where he crawled out from and then into my shadow pocket so I can deal with him later.

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.