Scorpion Kill Sub Zero Novels & Stories

Qin Haodong sneered and said, "You little thing is not deserved to be poison in my eye." Qin Haodong noticed when scorpion and others were within a hundred meters of them. He closed his breath and his pore in advance, so that he would not be poisoned. The little fellow had Suzaku Sacred Body. This simple poison had no effect on her at all. She fell to the ground only after receiving the hint from Qin Haodong. Others were really poisoned, but they were only cooperating in a play, to bring out Scorpion and other people. "Don't be complacent, boy. You're doomed to die when you meet us, the Devilish Five."

"He feels no fear. He feels no doubt. He only feels the hunger we programmed into him." Subject Zero threw me aside. I hit the wooden base of the podium hard. The breath left my lungs in a violent rush. My vision blurred for a few seconds. I tasted copper in my mouth. My shoulders screamed in pain. Jax dropped his rifle. He pulled a silver combat knife from his belt. He lunged at Subject Zero from the side. Jax aimed the blade perfectly at the side of the creature's neck. Subject Zero caught Jax by the wrist without even looking at him. We all heard the sickening snap of bone. Jax screamed in agony. Subject Zero backhanded the elite scout across the face. Jax crumpled to the floor and did no

Somewhere north of it, in a shooting lodge in Sutherland, nine people who were told what they were before they had to carry it are asleep in a building named after a room in Aberdeen. And under all of it, in a channel she can no longer hear, something very old is going about its business, in no particular hurry, waiting for a door that has opened four times before. "Quiet," she says. "It feels quiet." She picks up her glass. "I'm going to need about ten years to get used to it," she says, "and I'd like to spend them here." END OF BLOODLINE ZERO

"She's mine. And if you want her... you'll have to tear me apart to get through this door." Vance’s eyes narrowed behind the silver steel. "Kill him." The two scouts lunged forward through the deep snow, weapons raised. I moved. Klaus The first scout fired as he closed the distance, the muffled thwip thwip of his suppressed submachine gun spitting round after round into the stone wall behind me. I didn't dodge. I stepped into his vector. I caught his lead wrist with my left hand, driving his weapon barrel upward toward the night sky while driving the eight inch black steel blade in my right hand straight under his sternum. The steel sheared through winter tactical gear, thick tissue, and bon

They drop to the ground like the pelts of rain. "The barrier can't stop him!" Coral repeats for everyone to hear. Zeke steps forward, but Isolde hardens her heart. She chants again and uses me against him. Scorpions from nowhere climb out of the cliff. They are enormous and are literally overflowing with venom. I scream and jump to my feet, planting my hands on Zeke's shoulder for support. I feel him stiffen under my touch, but it's only for a moment. He quickly recovers and forms a protective circle made of water around us.

POV: Mia (Zero) The first kill happened two days later. A pair of scouts didn’t return from a perimeter sweep near the western border. That wasn’t unusual on its own—wildcats hunted the lower ravines, and the weather had turned cold fast—but when only one body was found, and the other’s blood trailed in a clean, deliberate arc across the stone, something colder settled in my gut. Alex and I were the first to reach the scene. The young scout we recovered—Brin, barely twenty—had his throat torn out cleanly, but there were no signs of a struggle. No claw marks, no signs of panic. Just one fatal blow. Precise. Surgical.

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.

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.

Feeling eyes on him his head snapped to the presence a little away from him and his eyes widened. A beautiful wolf stood there with sparkling copper eyes that had specs of violet in them. Her fur was the color of dusky caramel just like her skin but she had scars on the body of her wolf as well. Hunter couldn't pull his eyes away and then all of a sudden a zap of current ran down his spine and his hand shot up to his neck where the skin was protruding. She marked him!

They tied me up, stripped me off my uniform, and made me watch as they dipped the knife in some type of clear liquid. That is not just any other ordinary knife. It's silver. My wolf recognized the liquid as its scent drifted in the air toward us. She growled menacingly, yet for some reason she didn't fight for control. As much as I want to sink my claws and teeth into that bitch's neck, I couldn't let her out anyway knowing the consequences it would well cause me. Scarlet stood in confidence with her two goons by her side, glaring daggers at me like I was some cockroach she wanted to exterminate immediately.