Scorpion Sylvester Dodd Novels & Stories

“Save Sir Quad!” At the same time, Scorpion turned around and took out a dagger. He licked the blade and walked toward Tyr with a sinister expression. Immediately, Scorpion swung his blade nine times at Tyr, all in a single second. The sheer speed at how quickly Scorpion’s attacks was unbelievable. Tyr was even faster, though, as he dodged the nine blows. Before he could swing the tenth blow, Tyr had already caught his wrist. Scorpion let out a beast-like roar, struggling to escape Tyr’s grasp. Yet, it was all in vain.

he said as he stared at the burning building, and I heard from a distance painful screams from that building. “Grim reaper?” both my mind and mouth asked. I read stories about them from multiple books in my library. He shook his head as he whispered to my ear, “Non, I am Doom and I-“

“What did he look like?” “Shorter than Reaper over there,” Ruby eyed Dodge, finding his appearance would send any girl to the grave in a rough but pleasurable hour together, and looked towards the spunky blonde. “Had donkeys breath, brown hair, and-” “A scar? Did he have a scar?” Dodge straightened his shoulders as he watched Cassidy, her blue eyes dimming in the low light with distress, and her hands had slight tremors. Ruby nodded. “Over his left eye.” Minutes of silence passed, noise from the saloon rising to meet their ears, and when Cassidy was left with an empty mouth, Dodge took control of the situation and started to show Ruby out of their room however when Cassidy stood up, they tur

After accidentally discovering that my boss owes loan sharks 50 million dollars, I start scrambling for a way out of my contract with the company. Just as I'm wondering what to do, a string of comments suddenly appears before my eyes. "Poor Lindsay. That idiot boss of hers plans to use the company's livestream to launder money and pay off his debt." "The moment she goes live, the entire sum becomes her personal liability!" I'm the company's cash cow, trapped in an ironclad contract, yet I don't have a shred of evidence to take to the police. Just then, Tasha Moore, one of the company's rookie streamers, walks over with a sweet smile and hands me a glass of water. "Lindsay, I heard you'

Sylvester muttered, causing his right-hand man to raise a brow in confusion. “But... you usually kill loudly. You like the chaos, the news, the spectacle. Why go silent now?” he asked. Sylvester clenched his jaw. This was getting irritating. “I don’t remember assigning you the role of an advisor,” Sylvester snapped, his tone dark. The man bowed immediately, trembling in fear. “My lips moved without caution, my Lord. Forgive me… or punish me, as you see fit.” Sylvester smiled. He hadn’t even realized his claws had pierced deep into the man’s arm. He heard a low hiss of pain—but no scream. The man was holding it in well. Sylvester frowned and let go.

Each impact rattled the chamber, shaking the chandeliers and cracking the marble tiles. Chloe could do nothing but watch, her body trembling, her nails biting into her palms until she drew blood. She hated this, hated that she was the prize, the excuse for two ancient predators to tear each other apart. At last, Sylas gained ground, his feral energy overwhelming even Valerius’s restraint. With a vicious kick, he drove Valerius to one knee. The crowd gasped, voices rising in a fever pitch. Sylas grinned, triumphant, lifting his clawed hand high. “And here I thought you untouchable.”

The heavy SUV sped away from the curb and disappeared into the dark city streets long before the first police sirens began to wail in the distance. Adrian pulled out his tablet, plugged the small drive into the port, and began scrolling through the stolen data. A satisfied, cruel smile touched his lips. He was completely engrossed in his victory. He had ruined his uncle, humiliated a cartel boss, and stolen highly classified leverage without firing a single shot.

At Imperial Club… Bob stood by the side and made himself as invisible as possible, sighing inwardly as he took a glance at the three beautiful women in the room. Zidane had gone out, probably to pick up his friend, while Juniper and Cole already knew why they were captured. Juniper asked anxiously, “Kayson, can you save Grandpa Hunter?” Kayson nodded. “Of course. Let’s wait for Grandpa Gould’s news first.” The man who had stepped up to stop Steelification Doyen so Juniper could escape to Northspring was Hunter Dodd. Hunter was a peak-level grandmaster who practiced the art of fists.

Tensel wouldn’t give in to sentiment, not even for his lifemate. A steady stream of yellow vapor slipped out of the crack in the boulder, just as a small mule deer stepped close to the swarm of scorpions. They rushed at it. The deer shrieked as one stabbed it with its stinger. Others tried to run up its legs. The deer whirled around and ran a few feet only to drop. At once the other scorpions were all over it. The yellow vapor retreated into the crack, clearly satisfied. Damonq moved back into position at the boulder, while the others spread out, all in the air, keeping their boots from touching the surface and adding to the frenzy taking place just a few feet away.

Recalling a peculiar encounter in a white room earlier, where he had noticed an individual who stood out due to their height, Stallion's anger grew. He had wanted to confront that person, but a vital meeting had intervened, preventing him from doing so. Stallion recognized the urgency of the situation, considering the capabilities of Queen and Shawn, who had managed to infiltrate his residence. With his plans in jeopardy, Stallion called upon someone he believed could assist – the police chief. When the police chief answered the call, Stallion urgently conveyed, "My residence is under attack, led by Shawn Diesel and Queen Scorpion. I need them apprehended and brought to me. Deploy your best