Scorpion Sylvester Dodd Novels & Stories

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.

"What will it be? Kill the entire ack or come with me?" I shuddered, "You are early," I muttered softly. Sylvester laughed sending a cold shiver down my spine, "Oh, but my men were so eager to tear you all to pieces and I sure was eager to get my hands on you." I glanced over at Damon and saw him struggling to get up again, No, Damon. Stay down, please. He let out another snarl as Sylvester gripped my arms tightly, "What will it be?" He left the question hanging as he let go of my arms and backed up a few steps.

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.

I guess it comes in different forms. The pocketknife in Sally’s purse was an old Swiss Army issue, the kind with can openers and corkscrews and nail scissors attached. She still has it. We call it Freddy, like from the movies. The blades are notched so tight together if you try to pull one out and don’t do it tough, it’ll snap back and slice a finger before it locks straight. It’s possible Sally thought about taking the knife out, that night in the motel. Thought about risking a little blood. And it’s possible the thought got her contemplating carnage.

He never took his eyes off her. "Now you remember, Scaredy Scarlett!" Romero teased as his eyes turned into slits from smiling too much. His innocent little doll was back… Just this time, she was ravishing. Romero took off to the train station earlier than expected after hearing about Scarlett's return. He was quite annoyed that someone had dared to wake him up from his nap, until he heard it was her. The little doll he dreamed of for years. But of course he was Lovato's most trusted hitsman, so he had good information of Scarlett's whereabouts; otherwise Romero wouldn't be there just yet.

I spotted my brother talking to a man in his late fifties at the left corner, but I had not seen Clyve yet. “Let’s go meet your brother,” Dad said. Before we could reach closer, Austen saw us first. He smiled. “Harry.” Then he looked at the old man again. “Of course, you already know Lyndon Bloom.” The old man smiled and did a handshake with Dad. “Nice to meet again, Lyndon.” “You seem have not aged, Arturo. This is my daughter, Harry.” “Arturo Carilli, my dear.” He shook my hand, and I saw a glint in his eyes.

That's my girl. “ Okay, explain.” I tell them snapping my fingers at Creed as he watched Charlotte eat her food “ oh right” he said shaking his head “ We found traces of his scent in the west end of the territory.” Ryan says I raise an eyebrow as Charlotte hands her coffee to Creed for him to hold. He takes it without hesitation. “ on our territory??” She says through a mouth full of food. Reaching her hand back out for her coffee. Again he hands it to her without blinking.

He snapped and they all scurried into it immediately. Immediately they left, Sylevster opened his eyes and sat up with a smile. "I'm dying, just remove the bullet already" He said and Arnold immediately rushed to him. His claws grew and he dipped it in Sylvester's back, taking out the bullet. The wound started closing up and soon, it closed up completely with no scar. "It's nice to see you worried about me like this" Sylevster smirked but Arnold only frowned with a scoff. , He cleaned the blood on his (Sylevster's) back and bandaged it so as not to raise suspicions from the side of the doctors.

Dante rolled his shoulders slightly, tension settling deep in his bones. Maybe Hunting them. Breaking them. Killing them. wasn’t enough. Maybe he should use more deadly means the type he has never used before. His sure that Scotts won't see this coming , they would plead for death as their only easy option. His jaw tightened. --- “There,” Scorpion said, pointing at the police van. Blue lights flashed ahead in the distance. It was the police convoy. Two cars. One van. and the other, a patrol police car Dante leaned forward slightly, eyes narrowing.

The punch sent him landing with his back on the hard floor. The second guy rushed to hit him with stick. He caught hold of it as if it was nothing, pulled the guy forward and hit with with a devastating crossline on the chest. The other two guys realized they were facing a formidable opponent, and lunged at Sylvester. Sylvester moved swiftly, dodging their blows and countering them with his own moves. He delivered a swift kick to the first attacker, sending him sprawling to the floor. The second attacker swung at Sylvester with a chain, but Sylvester ducked under the swing and delivered an uppercut that left the man reeling.