Scorpion Sylvester Dodd Novels & Stories

E see that they have succeeded, they then kill all but a select few of the supernatural army they had put together. Riley and Skylar are two of the prisoners that they kept. Though Skylar is a human, she is just a shell of herself and a personal servant to the CEO of S.D.E. Riley was drawn to Skylar, though he didn't know why, and she ended up making a fascinating toy for Riley. While Riley has fallen into the thrill of bloodlust, drinking and raping Skylar made him extremely dangerous.

“H...how?!” Sylvester’s calm expression immediately changed as he saw the power Khan carried. A burst of energy came forth, and filled the skies with twinkling stars. The Comet Finger! “How dare you, Spout!” Sylvester scolded, feeling an attack draw near. Somehow, Sylvester’s fat body dodged it, and found himself 30 feet away. “No!” Before he could catch his breath, someone let out a blood-curdling scream. Zephyr had sped forth with Lightfoot, and quickly cut Sheldon Sun to pieces. “My son!” Sylvester called out in agonizing fury. “I will have your life, Zephyr!!” he hissed at Zephyr, face full of hateful resentment.

“I’m sorry.” “Yeah, this Sylvester guy is going to be hard to catch if we just use their regular tactics.” I took a deep breath before answering and felt out into the universe. I knew exactly where Sylvester was. An old, run down factory in Budapest. And he wasn’t alone. There were a couple of other Vampires with him. “That’s too bad.”

Immediately two men in hoodies sat down with some cigarettes and she didn't mind. "Wherever she is, we have to hunt her down and end her. That's the witch's order, right?" One of them spoke loudly, he seemed to be a bit drunk. The other one tapped him and tilted his head to Blaze and back to the slightly drunk man. Blaze's body stiffened her eyes lingered on the man's wrist and there lay a scorpion tattoo. It was Dre, one of the witch's men. While observing him, their eyes met. She quickly stood up and ran.

With those words, he raised his snake-headed staff, causing the python to bare its fangs, ready to devour Baxter whole. Baxter was paralyzed with fear. He pleaded, "Spare me! I'm from the esteemed York family in Valyr City!" At that moment, a middle-aged man rushed in and shouted, "Master Vipersage, I beg you, stop!" Baxter recognized the man and cried out, "Uncle Sylvester, save me from this serpent!" The newcomer was Sylvester York, Baxter's uncle and a prominent figure in the York family. The elder wielded his snake-headed staff. He regarded Sylvester with indifference, seemingly unimpressed by the York family's prestige.

“Too late for that, kid in a dash of tight four vampire in suit chaired up Scott and Sardonyx in blue glowing chain look like Princess Dola will be forking over the bounty on your head to yours truly.” “Let me go, Asshole.” Scott yelled struggling to break free. “Dammit. I can’t feel my magic.” Sardonyx complained. Special design witch. Curtsy of her unholyness herself. “You can’t do this.” Scott said.” “Nothing personals Vamp wolf. Just business.” Vandell pulled out his cell phone to sell Scott out but before he made the call, something in Sardonyx’s hand caught his attention. “That badge vandal said “Where’d you get that?”

Ighor was crying. "We still have three more limbs to go, Ighor. You know Yuri would not care what happens to you. Where is your cousin?" Sylvester said calmly. Sylvester did not flinch and did not look like he felt anything. He was indeed a scary man. I wondered how Tamia stole his heart.

Leo wandered off to examine the snakeskin. Scy winked at Andrea before settling down to business. “Leo tells me that you lost half your symbiont. That’s very rare.” “But not unheard of,” Leo interrupted. “Don’t hassle the girl, healer. Just fix her.” Scy didn’t even raise his voice. Without looking, he said pleasantly, “Leo, kindly muzzle it, would you? Unless you’d rather take her to another healer?” With silence from that corner, he continued, “What happened to your symbiont, Andrea?” He frowned as he said her name, and he slipped an “h” in after the “a”s, but his manner was gentle and concerned.

Sylvester is six-foot-five and is very skinny. His square face is bristly and mostly sunken in. His cheek bones pop out from the rest of his face and his bushy white eyebrows make it hard to see his brown eyes. Needless to say the smoothest and only hairless part of him is the top of his head. His skeletal structure makes you wonder when the last time it was that he had anything to eat. Despite his ghastly appearance, he is one of the sweetest guys you’ll ever meet. Through everything that has happened, these are the people who have been there for me the most. They have also respected my privacy, and let me be alone when I needed to. I haven’t been the same since… that night.