Scorpion Kill Sub Zero Novels & Stories

“Tell Kaze Lee to get his ass here right now! “I know he’s in there. He injured my boss’ son. I’ll kill him today, or my name isn’t Scorpion,” Scorpion puffed out and said menacingly. His grim gaze scanned the room, and no one at Herbal Spring had the guts to meet his gaze. “You have one minute. If I don’t see Kaze in one minute, my people will trash the place.” Scorpion walked to the black couch in the hall and sat down while smoking away. Scared stiff, the owner of Herbal Spring cried, “Quick! Get Mr. Lee here now.”

She muttered as she aligned the criss cross mark of her sniper scope to the head of the terrorist with the gun. She held her breadth and pulled the trigger at the same time when he raised his rifle to shoot the third captive. The gun fell from his hand first before the man followed. There was panic amongst the other two who looked around in confusion. One of the men made a dash to the fallen weapon of his comrade but she followed him swiftly, the criss cross mark of her sniper moving behind her new target till her focus point was centered on his chest, then she pulled the trigger. A second later, the man was flying backwards in the air before landing on the floor motionless.

“We use 4D projections, moving targets.” Valeria presses a button, a projection flees in front of us, a faceless figure running around until she shoots the target, and it disintegrates into cubes. “Think you can handle that? It requires fast reflexes that humans don’t have.” She continuously berated. My heart pounded with excitement, electricity sparking in my veins as I curled my fingers around the rifle. Delicately tracing the cartridge, lifting it in my arms and indulging in its lightweight and efficiency. A Scorpion, semi rifle and those were of the top range. Only the elite were granted access, and I knew that from working for Nathan. She slid the magazine over and I took out the bullet

His ice blade pierced through easily. “KAAAA!” A shrill, agonized cry burst from the scorpion as it lost balance and collapsed onto one side. Before it could recover, Rayden was already atop it, his blade driving down, piercing the gap between its head and body, shattering its spicerermony core in a single lethal strike. When silence returned, Rayden stood atop the beast’s corpse, his breath slightly ragged.

(Alexander The God of Absolute dark powers Pov) As we started to walk forward. You could hear the echo of our feet. I did a spell to silence it because I refused to have everyone die because of our loud shoes. As we rounded the corner my heart dropped. There were thousands of Tiny scorpions. "They can kill everyone but Alex. They are magical scorpions. Death is instant and fire angers them." Zavier stated causing everyone to groan.

Kill it! The scorpion scuttled across his path, the pointed stinger poised in a high arch over its segmented back. Nasty buggers. They could cause quite the sting. At camp, if you spotted one, you immediately killed it. Squish! Boot stomped hard. Yes, it would make a crunchy wet noise. And, yes, some of the veterans liked to mock the fresh faces by faking little screams when a newbie had to make his first kill. The expression on their faces? Priceless.

But thinking about how the opposing cultivator was hired to kill him as well as his friends did not sit well. *Snap!* A step forward and a piece of the windowsill broke off. It was old and moldy and his little bit of weight was all the difference in it breaking off. 'Aww crap!' Zero jumped away from the windowsill but missed the bit of mold landing on his clothes. It disrupted the Stealth of the technique he deployed just a bit. 'Just wait a bit then...' The Scorpion King cultivator came out thinking it was one of the others that returned. He did not see them get killed by Ren earlier afterall. Not seeing any of them he was about to turn back inside.

she said, finding my confused gaze again. "Aaron? But their nests are impossible to find. Not unless... light have mercy," I said, feeling like I'd been punched in the chest. "We're gonna go," Lills mumbled, getting to her feet. I nodded, too lost for words to find the one's that would make her stay. Scorchers were dangerous, a militia that stood outside the rules and laws the rest of us lived by. They were those who'd committed their lives to the destruction of every non human creature beyond the borders of the Diarna, the furthest mining town in the south. They married their work and bred for numbers. They were smart, strong and loyal to a fault and would rather see our entire world blaze

The Scrap Heap. Sub-Level 8: The Proving Grounds. Zero Hour + 13 Hours. The air in Sub-Level 8 was thick with the copper stench of blood, cheap synthetic sweat, and the deafening roar of a thousand outlaws. Vex, still nursing his severely bruised, newly welded cybernetic neck, led Sebastian and his crew through the claustrophobic, neon-drenched corridors. They emerged onto a grated balcony overlooking a massive, sunken concrete combat pit.

The assassin gasped, struggling, trying to recover. He didn’t get the chance. Scorpion grabbed his head with both hands, twisted sharply— Crack. The sound was sickening. The man’s body went limp instantly, collapsing lifelessly onto the floor. Gasps filled the hall. Scorpion didn’t look back. He crouched swiftly, pulling the man’s wallet from his pocket, then his phone. He scanned them briefly, memorizing details, before straightening and sprinting out the doors toward their waiting car. Outside, Spider had already pushed Sarah into the back seat. Her entire body was shaking now, adrenaline flooding her system.