Virgo Scorpio Novels & Stories

He stepped closer, and she sidestepped to move away. “Wh- what was that?” she managed to stammer. Her eyes stayed on the shattered remains of the scorpion, not daring to look directly at him. Its sticky black fluids spilled all over the floor. “A Nightspike Scorpion,” he answered, his voice so deep it rumbled, the sound spreading warmth through her core. “Its venom causes nightmares, hallucinations. Prolonged exposure severs our connection to our wolf. It would’ve killed you.” She should have been grateful. She was grateful but she felt exposed under his gaze. His scarred face, framed by the unforgiving cut of his jawline, carried a brutal appeal she couldn’t tear her eyes from, even if she

Rejected, Scorpia said coldly, "You'd better think twice about this! Even with your Ghostgator, the Ruin Order could easily destroy you if they wanted to. They're just too busy right now, which is why they sent me. Consider this your chance." Viggo simply went back to drinking, completely ignoring her. Gritting her teeth, Scorpia turned to leave. She was no match for Viggo alone, especially with the Ghostgator watching her every move. Fighting was not an option. But just as she was about to leave, both she and Viggo suddenly looked in the same direction. In the perfectly clear sky, black clouds had appeared out of nowhere. They were terrifyingly dark, so they were definitely not ordinary clo

"Oh, no, no. According to your birth date, you're a black Scorpio." "I wouldn't say for myself that I'm arrogant and manipulative." I cross my arms in denial and Christoph interrupts us by bringing our salads and the Chardonnay. He fills two glasses and leaves us back to our seclusion. "Well, this is why I don't believe the horoscope. Although, there are things that fit your character." "Like what?" "Like... It's said that Scorpios are really passionate. They're very jealous and often even obsessive, but with high libido and never disappoint in bed."

"You're the only one. We haven't seen a witch in a while, but here you are " Scar stared at him, her pink lips pressed into a firm line. Her bright green eyes were narrowed in thought as she regarded him, and then her scowl deepened and she looked away, down at the twisting trees and the arrangement of rope bridges, platforms, and makeshift treehouses below. "That's right." Venom dripped from her voice as she spoke. "Wolves prefer to twist their victims' minds rather than take prisoners. Your kind takes a sick pleasure in destroying other races. If I ever get off these chains I will have you dead ."

And they prohibited most of the abilities that make me a demon from usage. I nickname the man Jerk, although my clairvoyance told me he is a regular human nicknamed Jackal. I don’t know what business he has with Scarlet, but she is allowing him to flip up her skirt under the covered table, which I can see from the table behind. His left-hand glides down her skirt and feels her bare bottom. She is wearing a lacy thong that matches her bra and while seeing the lace gives me a reaction; I am jealous that someone else, instead of me, has his dirty fingers touching her intimate parts.

As the applause died down, I took a deep breath and leaned over to him. “Let’s go mingle. It’s part of the job, right?” Favian raised an eyebrow but nodded. “Very well.” We descended from the stage, arm in arm again, and began moving through the crowd. Alphas and Lunas from various packs approached us, offering congratulations. Some looked genuinely pleased, while others seemed curious or even wary. It was all part of the game. I smiled, exchanged pleasantries, and shook hands, trying to keep my nerves in check.

His heart screamed that it was her, yet the chilling absence of the scar and the vacant look in her eyes made him feel like he was losing his grip on sanity. He stayed there long after the sound of Vespera’s heels faded away, the moonlight seeming to mock him, casting a glow over the empty terrace. He glanced down at his hand, the one that had brushed against her warm skin. It still trembled. The absence of the scar hit him like a physical punch. It was a mark he had traced with his own finger countless times, a small, crescent-shaped reminder of a childhood accident that Lorna had once called her “secret brand.”

Daeira looked up thinking, "Beach?" GD chuckled at that, tucking in her hair behind her ears, "What's with you and this beach, woman?" "I don't know. I just love water." "Oh I forgot. You're a water sign." "You mean Scorpio is a water sign?" she asked while he nodded. "Scorpio is the darkest sign among the zodiacs and it rule them all." "Is that why Hyuna is leading them? The Zodiacs?" "Yes and very fearless one."

I wasn't sure how long I'd been asleep when I woke up feeling thirsty. I went out to drink some water and found Leon still in the meeting, with his subordinates reporting to him. I caught a glimpse of his profile. I had always known he was hot and handsome, but from the side, his sharp facial features stood out even more. Even though he was sitting sideways on the couch, his tall frame was still evident. He was focused on his laptop, occasionally giving instructions to his subordinates. I had to admit that a man who was focused on his work was truly captivating.

He winked. Welp, I jinxed myself. He’s also a nutjob! *Ding* “Are you into piss and shit play?” I shook my head swiftly. *Ding* -Barks and whimpers- Fuck no. *Ding* “Are you a Scorpio? I can’t be with Scorpios.” “I’m a Scorpio,” That was a lie. She’s just way too passionate about astrology signs that it’s making me nauseous. *Ding* What? What’s that smell? I tried sniffing the air and couldn’t make out what it was.