Scorpion Without His Mask Novels & Stories

I didn’t know them, but I didn’t care; my parents were in danger. “Please, my mom and dad, they are bleeding,” I cried, trying to catch my breath. A man turned to me; he had a mask on. “Well, just who we were looking for,” he said, and his voice was deep. It made me scared. “Run! Este…..” Luna was cut off harshly with a sword to her throat. All the blood left my body as my eyes widened in horror. “You are mine now,” he growled. I screamed, biting his fingers harshly, and I ran faster than I could ever imagine.

Right after the words left Vanessa's mouth, Scott shoved her hard and snapped, "What nonsense are you talking about?" Caught off guard, Vanessa stumbled backward and scraped her arm against the edge of a cheap table, leaving a bloody gash. I panickedly lunged forward to catch her, but my hands passed straight through her body. I still wasn't used to being dead, even after two years. Jordan burst into loud, terrified wails, but no one came forward to comfort him. Both Scott and Devin were too busy fussing over Nicole.

she threatened and he snickered. "You're funny, Keisha…" he trailed off. He was caught off guard when she suddenly pulled his mask away. He was stunned for a moment before he grabbed her arm. "You're…" Her mouth opened as she stared at his handsome face without a scar or imperfections. He breathed heavily as she continued staring at him. He held her arm tightly as they looked at each other intensely. "Cat got your tongue?" He leaned forward and smiled as she stayed still. He let go of her arm before taking his fox mask away and putting it on.

I wanted to rip the mask off, to let him see the monster and the woman, and to lose myself in the heat of his embrace. But as his fingers moved toward the silk ribbons at the back of my head, a cold splash of reality hit me. I am a murderer, I reminded myself. I am an impostor in a dead girl's palace. He is a man of the South, a man of secrets. If I let him see me—truly see me—I would lose the only armor I had left. The power of my eyes was my greatest weapon, but my mask was my greatest shield. Just as his fingers brushed the knot of the ribbon, I grabbed his wrist. My grip was unnaturally strong, fueled by the desperation of a cornered animal.

{Present time} "Now! Let's all welcome the soul of the night. The biggest of the biggest! And the hardest among the hardest! The twelve-month consecutive most requested man in the club. Let's give him a loud round of applause… Mr. Claws and Fangs!" Yeah. You heard the herald right. Humans dubbed me as Mr. Claws and Fangs in the club when we could not disclose our identities to our avid dependents. It's for security purposes as they say. At least that's what came out of my brain when I was asked by the manager of the club since I am someone with sharp claws and elongated fangs behind my black facemask. Every time I made my entrance heading to the center stage of the club, several men and wome

His mother was probably out there, squandering the little money the devil had given to her, without a thought of her son, whom she left in the lion's den. Now, he's left to pay a debt he knew nothing of. However, that wasn't his main problem. Not knowing what the devil wanted from him was his concern. The complexity of the devil confused him. The door to the room opened, and Scorpion walked in. He had changed his suit for a more comfortable pair of black slacks and a tank top. Yet he looked formidable despite the simple clothes he was wearing. Lost in his thoughts, Kon didn't notice Scorpion's approach until he spoke.

One collapses onto the canvas, blood seeping through his torn shirt, smearing across the mat like ink. Another man steps forward. He moves like a predator—slow, careful, every step full of confidence. A black mask covers the top half of his face, but it doesn’t hide the power radiating from him. Broad shoulders, corded muscles, scars like trophies. Every move is precise, deadly—he exists to win. The crowd goes wild, shouting and stomping so loud it shakes the arena. “Tyrance! Tyrance! Tyrance!” The name crashes through the hall like thunder, but he doesn’t even look at them.

Scorpion tattoos emblazoned on their wrists flashed in my face. I gasped, my hands flying to the wound, warm blood spilling through my fingers. Another stab. Then another. The pain was unbearable, a white-hot agony that spread like fire. My knees buckled, but a rough hand gripped my arm, keeping me upright. I tried to fight back, tried to scream, but my voice failed me. Just as quickly as they came, they pulled away. The room was spinning around me. My breathing became tremulous. Slowly, he reached up and pulled off his mask. I blinked through the haze of pain and saw a familiar face bearing down on me. But with the unbearable pain, it was hard to place that face.

Never had Fiona's karate skill get it's usefulness like that moment. The third couldn't untie scorpion and he left the man and lunched towards Fiona. Only one way out, just one option, they'll kill the woman and escape. It was at that moment that Scorpion painfully opened his eyes, and tried to understand where he was. Then suddenly he remembered that the woman he wanted to fuck, oh he has an unfinished business but then, he found his freedom restricted. “How dare you bitch..?” He bellowed

Scorpio looked appalled by the idea and was to his feet as soon as the truck stopped. “I’m still going!” he protested, then leapt down to meet the man who struck him over the head immediately. The man had short black hair, similar to Torch's, but had small pointed ears jutting out from under it. His skin was lightly tanned, which was covered by a light blue singlet and a pair of black shorts that tickled around his knees. His feet were exposed in his black thongs, decorated across the top with white skulls. This man would have easily blended in with the crowd around us if it hadn't of been for his missing arm. His right one had been amputated at the elbow; the skin pulled together at the stu