Hetalia Scotland Novels & Stories

Scott sighed as he walked to his sit and sat down on his self proclaimed throne, he did not seem quite convinced yet. At this point, Selena knew that she had to step in, to avoid any more delay. "Uhm look, the fact that you see me with this wolf, means that he has nothing to do with Camelot, haven't you heard of Camelots zero tolerance of supernatural beings? Or didn't what they did to your wolves teach you anything?" Scot frowned as he hit his right hand on the table, he had not want anything to remind him if what he had been trying to forget, but Selena ignored his out burst as she continued to talk.

he says. "Who's Lion?" Milo asks quickly. "His other lover," I say with a shrug. "Stella!" all three of them yell at me at the same time. "What? I'm joking," I say with a shrug, but they kept on glaring at me, they didn't like my joke. "Lion is the alpha of the neighbouring pack, and he's my boss at work," Scotty says. "Yeah, we do have a fire station, you can just move?" Milo asks him.

There are tall ceilings with gleaming opal floors, chandeliers, and winding stairs that lead up to the second level. “Maleah!” A familiar male voice calls out from another room. Gazing back, a smile spreads across my lips when I see who it is. Scotty bounds in my direction, his scruffy red beard and long red hair flailing around him. I grunt when he pulls me into his tight embrace and twirls me around the room. Scotty is a bear of a man with brawny arms and legs. They call him Scotty because of his thick Scottish brogue. His real name is Malcolm Mc Callum. He reminds me of a Highland chief from one of those historical shows you see on PBS. “Scotty! Oh my gosh! What are you doing here?”

“Be in a better mood next time you’re summoned.” Scarlett paused, her hand on the door. “Yes, Alpha,” she murmured meekly, her voice fragile. She bowed low despite the pain, then slipped out, the heavy door thudding shut behind her. Her silver hair hung limp, her eyes fixed on the floor, her limping steps slow and labored, each one a testament to the Lycan’s claiming.

Mica remembered something and snapped her fingers, “By any chance, do you know of spirit wolves. I found some below our mount…” “Nothing spiritual, just experiments by Craitan. Liked their Princess's regenerative ability. Forget it. They are over now” Scott shut her up. Mica went back and thought on it. How could her pack ally with a Kingdom that defiled their own natural laws! “Here!” Lydia finally dragged it to them. She glared at Scott with betrayal when she saw Mica already sitting on a stool. “Oh, and I’m done here. I’d be leaving. Thanks for the Chair Alpha Scott” Mica added more injury. Scott bit his lips, looking innocent.

she asked suddenly, and I turned to her, surprised by the sudden change in topic. “Out? Where?” I asked. “Anywhere but here,” she smiled sheepishly. “I don’t think Draven will like that,” I hesitated. Scarlett massaged her temples “Let me tell you something I’ve learned about these Lycan men. They like to be respected no doubt, especially by their mates. Most Lycan males like to pride themselves as always being in control,” she paused “They like it when their mates obey them, but they also hate it if she does everything they say,”

Scar flinches when a voice snaps her out of her bored mind wandering, only to see Scott’s face. “Not as happy as you,” Scar snorts not without sarcasm, “…PRINCE Scott.” Scott’s smile is bright and sunny like any boy in the neighborhood. “Sorry I didn’t tell you earlier,” Scott makes a bitter face, “I guess I…I wanted you to see me for me, not any title that was coming my way.” “In case I said yes to you for the heritage you were going to get?” Scar folds her arms, sneering, “That was a lousy assumption--”

he said to the pack and looked at Storm. “This is Storm Montrose and my father, Kai, the King of Scotland,” I introduced them. “It’s nice to meet you, Storm,” Kai said with a smile and she bowed her head at him. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you too,” she said and looked him in the eye. “Mom, this is Storm,” I said, taking her hand again and leading her to where my mother stood up from her chair. “This is my mother, Adelie, the Queen of Scotland,” I said.

Only the echo of a laugh, faint, cruel, carried on the wind. Caspian’s laugh. Kael froze, blood dripping from his sword. The mocking sound faded, leaving only the rustle of trees. He clenched his jaw so tightly it ached. “Enjoy your games, Blackthorn. But when I find you…” His voice dropped to a growl. “…there will be no laughter left in you.” The flames flickered across his face, painting him every bit the Scarlet Prince. And the hunt for Serenya had truly begun.

The short silver hair enhanced his extraordinary looks, making him look like a gentle prince. "Don't be too hard on her. She's still new here." He said with a frown to his eldest brother. It seemed that this youngest male member of the royal family, Edmund Hildegard, had heard Stelian's words. With his exceptional senses, it was no wonder he could hear it. Stelian merely sneered at his words. Irene nodded slightly, acknowledging his greeting, but gave no response to his words. She lifted the glass in her hand and took a few gulps. The movement was filled with indescribable elegance.