Scorpion Kill Sub Zero Novels & Stories

Out of no where, Zero-Zero blocked it with his long metal rod creating a sudden strong wave that faintly pushed everyone within the affected area as the sands hollowed, followed by lightning that flashes within the darkened clouds above. The tribe guards who were still fighting off the remaining creepers looked to what'd happened wondering if their leader was alright. Sniffia slid though the dampened sand before stopping few meters away from Frankenstein, his underlings and the two little girls. She cracked her wet neck held the dripping wet scimitar up right under the wall of rains that fell on her; seems her movements were more sharper than before, meanwhile Zero-Zero nailed his long metal

Black sludge and soaked herbs spilled across the floor. "You rebellious wretch!" he roared and charged. I dodged to the side, but my feet slipped on the wet herbs, and I fell hard. He pinned me face down, one hand reaching for my throat. Clenching the knife tightly, I stabbed behind me, only to feel the tip sink into his waist. As he let go in pain, I rolled over, propped myself up on my elbows, and slashed across his neck without hesitation. Warm blood sprayed across my face.

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.

She felt her stupid heart flutter as the light caught his ebony curls, turning it to burnished gold, his green orbs twinkling with delight as he practically charmed the socks of his latest prey. Suddenly, as if feeling her gaze on him, his eyes snapped to hers, their gazes meeting. Marco Vitale's gorgeous eyes, usually alight with cunning, darkened with genuine hunger as he caught sight of her. He bit his lip and immediately flame licked down her spine. Dismissing his quarry like a child would their toy, he moved through the throng of guests – politicians, businessmen, and the shadowed figures that comprised their world – with a predator's grace, his focus solely on her.

"You're safe now." Aqua's vision blurred as the exhaustion and emotional toll overwhelmed her. Before she lost consciousness, she felt a gentle touch on her forehead, Aunt Cleo's magic weaving a protective spell around her. When she awoke the next morning in Cleo's home, the memory of the night before was a fragmented blur. Aunt Cleo had taken away the worst of it, sparing her the trauma of remembering how she had killed her attackers with dark magic.

Lucas spoke up, the hard look in his eye sending his cousin off silently. It took everything Chloe had to suck air into her lungs and not sink to the ground when Lucas took just a few dominating strides towards her. Being werewolf blessed Chloe with supernatural senses and yet the shadows of night and light of the moon only sharpened Lucas’ features even more. There was something wild and yet put together in everything about Lucas. A true apex predator who had fixed his sights on his latest prey.

Apparently, time to checkmate our enemies. Xx___xX

His reaction was a mix of horror and complete astonishment. He stared at the terrifying figure from head to toe with his eyes wide open. Then, he began to become defensive and yelped, "Amaranth, where did you get something like this? You’re scaring me! You win, you win! I give up. Are you happy now? I promise to forgive you if you drop the act and come out now!" However, the only thing resembling a response was the suffocating air circulating inside the morgue. He listened to his voice echo inside the claustrophobic space.

But when I reached for the handle, Adrian’s face changed. The anger vanished first, then the color. He stepped fully in front of the door, his voice suddenly rough. “Isabella, stop.” Julian turned on him. “She’s sick. She is actually sick, and you’re still testing her?” Adrian stared at me as if he had never seen me before. “How is that possible?” Of course he could not believe it. When I was trying to win him over, I had always been bright for him. After the Moretti ambush, when his enemies poisoned him with something no Chicago doctor could identify, I used the only emergency reward the Program had ever given me to exchange for an antidote.