Hetalia Scotland Novels & Stories

Scott panicked. "Please Lil sis. The most beautiful sis in the world, please don't get me k*ll*d by our own parents'' Scot was talking so sweetly to me and I really don't know how that always managed to work for him anytime he wanted to get something from me. "I hope she isn't the one you plan on marrying because I do not like her one bit. I might just drag her by her hair and kick her out if that happens" I looked at him. "Hell no! I don't like her either" Scott said as he threw himself on the bed.

No. Scott’s breath came to a halt in his throat. His entire body tensed, and his hands clenched into fists as his mind rebelled against the very thought. He couldn’t have another mate. Not after everything that had happened already. Not after Annabella. Definitely not after Lucy. He had barely even come close to understanding the terrible mess that had become his life. The goddess must have been playing some cruel joke on him on purpose, trying to get him riled up because it was his punishment for never fully expressing himself, even in dire situations.

Eilean Donan Castle (or the island of Donan), Scotland, 18 July 1309 Skye realized he was a new groom-to-be as soon as the door opened, and she saw him standing tall, with his long black hair neatly combed and groomed in his formal clothes. His kilt looked new, vividly highlighting the blue and yellow colors of the clan he belonged to, but Skye couldn't identify which that clan was, and besides, she didn't care at all. She couldn't remember seeing before in her life a whiter white shirt than the one this unknown young man was wearing.

It was like the wind gushed out of my sails, leaving me struggling to take a breath. I took a good look at him, the way his skin was so rugged, covered in a number of different scars. He looked nothing like a prince, that was for sure. He was always so casual, his mannerisms relating in absolutely no way to anyone raised as a royal. Even having spent time in the capital city, where the Lycan King ruled, didn’t mean he would come out with a polished etiquette. What it all truly boiled down to was this: I simply could not see him as a traitor. His eyes were too honest and true.

I could vaguely recall how the injury looked when it was fresh, seeing it briefly in one of the flashes of memories. Was he... mine? Wasn’t that how the matebond worked? Giving you someone who was your other half and who would love you unconditionally? I’d known that this was a possibility one day, especially if I continued to somehow stay alive in this insane world, but it felt surreal to feel it actually happening. “Alistair, aren’t you going to introduce yourself to our honoured guest?” the king spoke, finally catching on that the silence between us was strange. “No need for introductions. Her name is Scarlett, a rankless girl from the Easthaven pack. Alpha Liam Pyre’s territory. We’ve al

Siobhan had picked them up from the Wiccan bookstore since it still creeped Toad out. Knuckles came in and sat on the couch. He slid a leg around her until he was behind her. “Hello, beautiful.” He said kissing her neck. She murmured a response and leaned against his chest. “What do you see?” “Nothing new.” She answered as the cats got off their perch in the corner and came to lay next to Knuckles. “Have yeh ever been to Scotland?” “Never even been outside the United States. And Canada is only a few hours away.” He admitted.

“I’ve told you, it’s not what you think it is!” “Liar!” Hayley continued to shout as Maila dragged her away. Before passing through the door, Hayley rebelled and attacked Scott with her words once more. “Just admit that you’re keeping another girl for your own pleasure, and you come back to your pack while maintaining the image of a good future Alpha! But in fact, you’re just like your mother, a cheater!” All eyes in the room rounded in shock, and Scott’s expression darkened. His shirt tore as his wolf took over, and his upper body began to shift. He lunged at Hayley and almost got her if Burke hadn’t restrained him. Godrick quickly closed the door, separating him and Hayley.

He is trying to goard up Dante, this could end very badly. “Enough of this rubbish, I am not going to entertain you. Catalina, you are going to come home this instant.” “And if she doesn’t?” Scot asks, “She knows better than to refuse. She is mine after all.” “That’s strange, I don’t remember seeing your name on any part of her last night when I explored her.” Dante’s growls are the only thing that is heard for a good minute. He is extremely pissed now. “I am going to kill you.” He finally says,

“The Prince can mate with anyone he chooses and anytime too, there is no definite time, just that for prince Scot…his Dad had asked for it” The drum rolled again, and this time everyone bowed their heads slightly at the new Alpha. I had forgotten to bow my head, as I was still mesmerized by everything I was hearing. It felt as though I was caught up in the maze of an endless nightmare. I felt a sharp sound of the whip right on my back as I shrieked in pain, my voice echoing across. His eyes met mine as a tear rolled out of my eyes, it looked nothing like the loving eyes of Scott I had fallen in love with.

‘Eilean an Faoileag (Island of the Gull),’ he said softly. ‘What?’ She looked up at him. ‘We are in Scotland,’ he stated. 'Scotland?' She turned to face him so she could look straight at him. ‘Then Scotland was important in your life or at least in that of your forefathers.’ ‘It is,’ his voice was hoarse. Raven thought of what Rodolf had said about the síde and the Witte Wieven. How it had to do with him and a crystal. He was confused that he had just landed there.