Scorpion Oc Novels & Stories

Pelin seethed. The sand rumbled again beneath our feet, louder this time. “Now run!” I screamed, grabbing Pelin’s hand and clasping it tight. She didn’t hesitate anymore. We took off across the dunes, boots sinking into the shifting ground, breath ragged from the heat. Behind us, the sand cracked open with a deep, thunderous roar. Scorpio the massive scorpion emerged from the depths, crawling forward on its grotesque, skeletal limbs. Its long, spindly legs moved with a disturbing rhythm, each step sending a shiver down my spine. It didn’t attack right away, no, that would’ve been too merciful.

The police officer was about to walk out with Clover when he took two steps and saw a gloomy man in black tights standing at the doorway. He was none other than Scorpio, one of the Twelve Golden Zodiacs. He possessed a killing aura and was chilly and scary. The two police officers automatically came to a halt when they saw him, not daring to approach him. They were concerned that this individual was too dangerous to approach and that it was best not to. "Who are you? Get out of my way!" Faced with the police officer's fumigate, Scorpion stood firm in the doorway, even pulling out a blade as gleaming as silver from his waist.

Spider, seated in the passenger seat, leaned forward slightly, his eyes narrowing as he studied the dark tree line on both sides of the road. “That wasn’t here yesterday,” Spider muttered. Sarah, seated in the back, looked up from her phone. “What’s wrong?” Scorpion didn’t answer right away. His gaze swept the surroundings, too quiet, too clean. No animals. No passing cars. Even the wind seemed to have gone still. “This is wrong,” Spider said flatly, turning halfway toward Sarah. “Ma’am, we need to brace for impact.” Her stomach tightened instantly. “Impact?” Spider reached for the door handle. “I’ll step out and move it.”

she said, feeling the rocking motion as Azulthaël gained speed, “Faster than a horse though, how did you get a scorpion as a pet, I thought they were a myth.” “He is technically not fully scorpion…” Rex trailed off, confusing Marcia. “If you say so, does this thing come with shared feelings?” she asked. “Yes,” Rex replied with a smile. “Now I know why you are confident, Lacey is worried and Minet has doubt.” “They aren’t the only ones worried with doubts,” Rex said looking at Marcia. “You did not see how many soldiers descend on Dracones, would make anyone worry,” Marcia said, pointing out to the west at the massive smoke plumes and dust clouds.

He heard they were very painful and uncomfortable, so he happily took them every month. The scent neutralizers he took were also expensive because he put them on every day. He knew only Alphas could smell Omega scents, but he didn't want to risk people finding out he was an Omega, so he also needed money for that. It wasn't like he was poor; he just had enough to come by. He didn't complain about his life, and he was happy with the way he lived right now. Those few side effects couldn't keep him down.

Boom! Boom! Boom! The light-golden-colored phoenix scorpion looked like it was made out of gold. As large and tough as an adult buffalo, its two massive pincers looked like excavator buckets. Alex and Maximilia kept running as the scorpion continued to chase after them, destroying everything in this way. Those ivory buildings seemed like tofu in the face of the golden phoenix scorpion. Such a large commotion had undoubtedly caught the attention of many demons, drowning the street in utter chaos.

It was at this point that Mistaken Fox finally took a closeup of the scorpion boss's stats. Monster: Stone Mount Earth Scorpion (Boss) Level: 20 HP: 67500/120,000 Att: 350 Def: 300 Skills: Reckless Charge, Bite, Tremor, Stone Skin, Earth Spike, Berserk, Looking at the stats of the Earth Scorpion, Mistaken Fox took a look at the daggers in his hands before giving them a tight squeeze. While the weapons themselves are quite good, he cannot take advantage of them in his current state.

Three hours later, we reach the edge of the old Howlers Pack territory. It's exactly as I remember from the reports. Desolate. Overgrown. Frozen in time. My father kept it sealed. No new residents. No rebuilding. Not until we know the truth. We park. Start setting up camp. That's when I catch it. A scent. Wrong. Out of place. Rogue. I freeze. Open the mind-link. Colt. We're not alone. I smell it too. How many? I focus. Count the distinct scents on the wind.

She looked up through those wild lashes, revealing her ocean-blue wide eyes that looked at me with curiosity. Just look at her so unaware that everything; her hours, her breath, her unborn child, was about to belong to me. “Oh… hello, Mr. Scarpa,” she said. “You can drop the formalities,” I said, easing a step closer like a priest at a confessional. “Montana, mind if I come in?” She hesitated like she was unsure, but politeness won. She stepped aside. The dog didn’t bark—good! One day, it would watch me fuck it's owner on every surface her dead husband ever touched. Even the garden.

"He told my mom... that the scent was coming from me. "My mother approached me, and she held my arms. And ask if you have an omega partner that comes here I am so scared that I see my parents bad side when it comes to Omegas, so I collect myself and tell them the tructh. 'The scent came from me. I am an omega.' That's what I told them, and that particular line changed my whole life, making my parents who loved me demons.