Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy Novels & Stories

Hudde and Godefray were badly wounded, and Ayla and Milton were healing them while the others were fighting undead knights. A loud bang echoed inside the temple. Moments later, one door opened, and a scorpionman—a creature with the face and torso of a man, while the other half was that of a scorpion—entered the chamber. In his hands, he held two curved swords. As he moved forward, his tail lifted, and he pointed the stinger straight at Rhobart. The clock on the wall indicated two in the morning.

’ Releasing the hold on the magic he had, he knew instantly something was off, looking up to see why he was now covered in shade, he gazed directly into six red eyes situated half a foot higher than a large black mandible. ‘Oh f**k’ Rex thought to himself, staring straight at the enormous scorpion that was now towering over him. ‘Good news Rex, I have found the servant’ Fafnir chuckled, “Now let us kill this beast and feast on his flesh!’ ‘How about let’s not die and get Azulthaël and go?’ Rex said back. As Rex was arguing with Fafnir, he failed to notice the scorpion was now raising its tail up and into a striking position, Rex would have missed it had the beast not closed its claws produci

“You should ask Amy. All I know is that we need to perform three cleansings over three days on you and your friend, in order to rid you guys of all your parasites without leaving an open wound. Then, you can come into the Manor, and we can perform the ritual to unchain Ku— the shadow.” He narrowed his eyes. “You had a name for it.” “I call him Kujo.” He tried not to laugh and failed. “Oh, right! Like Stephen King’s novel Cujo!” “Well, he’s big and angry and dangerous like a rabid Saint Bernard, right?” “Right!” He laughed heartedly a moment longer. “Sorry. You’re just full of surprises, young lady.” “Go figure, old man.” He elbowed me, laughing out loud again. When he calmed down, he took an

"Would you want the other clan to take what's yours--- ours, forever?" Draco's throat worked as he dimmed his eyes. So many things flashed through his mind. The deadline. He lost his position. His heritage and the lives of his people. "Alfos..." He murmured, feeling helpless. Alfos knew he had spoken to Draco's soul, and at that, he added. "Five feet tall, raven hair, olive skin. Round, sparkling blue eyes. That is the description of your new companion." Alfos could very much refer to her as his new charge. The word companion made it sound mild.

"She is not a member of the Yggdrasill family. She is the same as you… she has the Nine-Tails bloodline..." Alex briefly said the real identity of Hermoine. The key was, behind Hermoine, stood Xienna, who might have given her something. Frostine and Hermoine really wanted to fight each other. It was hard to say who would win or lose. Just based on Xienna’s projection for a brief moment just now, the threat was still quite large. Of course, the most important thing now was not these things. Rather, Donovan's old mother would kill them. Alex confided the information that the Mystic Maiden had said to him to each person.

It erupts from me, hurting my eyes but, hopefully, if he didn’t close his in time, temporarily blinding Chryseus. ‘You bitch!’ he cries. ‘No wonder everyone likes Scinty better.’ I lose grasp of my spell. Scinty. Scintilla. The potion. Finally, the pieces start snapping into place—not only how that thrall of his had known what human to prepare for Scintilla, but that he’d known to prepare a human for Scintilla at all. They must have been in contact at some point, and Scintilla must have known she would be unwell tonight.

He stopped ten feet away, his massive shadow stretching over Duncan’s small, vulnerable human body. "But you are a fool, Duncan," Malphas hissed, his yellow eyes burning with a dark, predatory joy. "Look at you. You threw away the crown of the South for a woman. You stripped away your own wolf. You gave her your strength, your speed, your titles, and your magic. You have nothing left." Malphas raised his massive obsidian broadsword high above his head, the jagged edge of the volcanic blade crackling with a thick, toxic purple electricity.

Its fierce eyes were shining with a grim smile at this time. "Hehehe, I didn't expect it to be my turn so soon..." The voice of the descendant of the Beastblood Family came out. There was a metallic friction in his voice, and it was creepy. "Remember my name... Crippled Scorpion!" "Boom!" Following the ferocious roar of this Crippled Scorpion, the arm that was covered with black hair swiftly extended out. It was just like a poisonous python as it grabbed the disciples of the Fire Cloud Sect in a lightning-like manner.

Her hazel brown eyes were practically glowing with happiness the moment she laid eyes upon him. “You look amazing!” he gasped, unable to believe his eyes. He fought the urge to rub them just to make sure that he wasn’t seeing things. Save for the scarred bite wound close to her collarbone where he had bitten her, she appeared to be entirely healed. “Malia’s powers are exceptional,” Hazel admitted with a shrug and the moment that Snarl reached the bedside, she lunged forward and grabbed hold of his hand. “And I feel amazing. I had her purge out my powers too . I want to stay at Lauchair”

Mortus shook his head. “I will not be be mated to a murderer, a cowered who hides, chooses a mate out of desperation, and not wait to find the other half to his soul!” Scorpia screamed. Her wings fluttered, flying closer to Mortus’ face, nose to nose with his evil. “I am not saint like Princess Sadie of the Moon Kingdom. I do not forgive so easily,” she whispered in his ear. “I Scorpia, a warrior of King Orion’s royal army, reject you former Duke Mortus of Vamparia. May Hades not have mercy upon your cursed soul.”