Scorpion Kill Sub Zero Novels & Stories

“Ours.” His eyes swept the space, locking onto the sleek, obsidian-black scorpion cornering Lyra against the wall. The creature’s segmented carapace glinted, its serrated pincers snapping in challenge. Its arched tail ended in a jagged stinger poised to strike. Red veins pulsed along its knee-high body. The wolf surged forward, a growl echoing in his mind. “Kill it. Protect her.” The scorpion lunged, but he was faster. He seized the stinger mid-strike. The creature thrashed, its claws snapping uselessly.

Bag after bag of plasma was pumped into my veins. One raw, guttural scream tore out of me, and then the sound of a baby crying filled the room. On my phone, the screen was still frozen on one last image. Jasper and Fiona were locked in a kiss beneath the Aurelian Tower. I held my crying son and let the tears fall without stopping.

Scorps picked up his sniper rifle once more and prepared to take another shot. Right at that moment, a throwing star flew in through the window and landed on his forehead. Scorps instantly fell onto the floor, his mouth wide open as he lay lifeless on the floor.

Kieran asked as he stood by the wall. “I did not kill him. He is still breathing” Willow argued. Kieran begins to pace up and down the room. “Is there an antedote for the scorpion bite?” He asked. “There is one, but I doubt if it is going to work. These are black scorpions and their bites travel faster. Not even his wolf can heal him quickly” Hearing Willow make this comment made me a lot angry. She caused this in the first place. How did she even think it was convenient to use a scorpion sting on a werewolf.

It was the Toad Voodoo Sovereign. Chase flung his corpse at the remaining Voodoo Sovereigns. “Toady!” The Scorpion Voodoo Sovereign caught his corpse with a look of disbelief. He kept patting the corpse's back in an attempt to wake the Toad Voodoo Sovereign up. However, there was no longer any breath in him. The Scorpion Voodoo Sovereign roared, “How could you kill Toady?! I’ll fight you to the death!” The Scorpion Voodoo Sovereign transformed into a dark, shadowy figure and sped right toward Chase.

Scorpio urged, his intense piercing glare warning him to comply. Petrov forced a grin, fear evident in his eyes. Khalid stood by, his face serious. He knew better than to laugh unless instructed. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Scorpion limped out of his office, leaning on his walking stick. He wandered through the dimly lit basement, where the atmosphere shifted the moment the men spotted him. Fear washed over them. Their hands shook as they struggled to carry out their tasks. "Is that how you wrap it?" he bellowed, delivering a hard slap to one guy's back.

"Wait. Bobby Henderson is dead?" The news hits like a physical blow. Bobby had been paralyzed from the waist down after a brutal border raid two winters ago, but that spinal injury should not have been fatal. When I had snuck into the pack clinic in disguise to examine him weeks ago, I had found something far more lethal hiding in his blood—a rare, slow-acting toxin known as the Scorpion King. The Scorpion King is an ancient, mythical poison, virtually unknown to modern pack doctors. It mimics natural nerve decay, rotting a wolf's core from the inside out.

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.