Isaac X Scott Novels & Stories

she said, eyeing Isaac. “This is Isaac, he’s a former council member, currently out of retirement to help us in a witch war,” I explained. She held her right hand to her face in a curious manner and nibbled on her pinky finger. Vampires loved gossip and I had to imagine she especially liked hearing about witches getting killed. “It’s a lovely night for a stroll, and aren’t I lucky to have two such … virile companions,” she said, with a wicked grin. Fuck, weren’t here for social hour and I already felt like we’d wasted a ton of time.

I just thank God that my mom came to her senses and finally broke up with him. The news reached me of your engagement," Xender continues in his greasy voice. "I simply had to drop by and congratulate you and tell you how happy I am for you. It's a pretty good catch for a girl like you, of course, with the kind of parents you have. But then I always did know a girl like you would get on." He extends a limp hand to Isaac. "Xender Fish." Isaac looks at him contemptuously, not even lowering himself to touch his greasy skin. "I know who you are."

Xavier gave off a sad truth. Isaac cursed, he had the power to shut Xavier up but that wouldn't change the reality that he was right. " I don't care, the female can get whatever she wants," Isaac said. Knowing that Xavier might try to lecture more words to him, Isaac strode out of the living room. *****

Isaac gave his order. “Yes, Sir.” Jonas stood up and headed to the podium. He relayed Isaac's message, and the professor hesitantly ended the class. The flabbergasted look on Natalie's face as the professor walked out was priceless. “Things like these are effortless for me. So, brunch?” He stood up, gave her his hand. “Just who on earth are you?” “Isaac Bardekk, that's my name.” “What do you want from me?” “I told you, be my_”

Isa Marie, a skinny, pony-tailed girl in an oversized sweater, replies while grinning in a sarcastic tone. “It’s not slander if it’s true. And besides, you were her best friend, hon. And you dare to lowkey agree with meh. She’s gunna haunt ya!” Isa rolls her eyes. The two chuckle at each other. “It’s true though. It IS a shame. Considering she was a whore house.” Isaac Acaban, a tall, mysterious-looking guy in glasses and a black ONE CAMPUS. ONE VAN DUKE. hoodie, says indifferently as he slobbered on his scrambled eggs.

I could already imagine the satisfaction of watching him howl as the hot coffee dripped down his stupid beard. “You can call off your guard dog, Princess,” Xander chimed in, kicking his feet up on the table. “My brother only speaks the truth: Isaac has always had a wandering eye. And now, with you looking like this, it’s only natural he’d seek comfort elsewhere. With women who still have their figures.” That was it. I was going to murder all three of them. I was already rising from my chair, coffee mug in hand, when the dining room door swung open and Isaac himself walked in. Clara immediately straightened, although her face remained thunderous.

But Rein said Kingsley hadn’t sounded pleased at all. Heather was heading toward Scott’s room when a voice stopped her. “I didn’t think I’d see you here again.” She turned mid-step, startled. “Isaac…” Her eyes widened. “What happened to your face? It’s… unrecognizable. Did Scott do that?” “You should see the other guy,” Isaac laughed, the sound bitter. Heather’s brow lifted. “For someone as pretty as you,” he continued, “you really shouldn’t waste your time on him. No matter what you do, he’ll never love you. He’s not capable of that.”

He was a good warrior, but a shit dad. The sounds of clapping around me bring me back to the main hall, looking up I see Alpha Zac motioning for me as he holds a silver dagger. Shit, my turn already. I smile and make my way to the podium he is standing at. “Isa will be joining the ranks as a warrior. We are excited to add her to the patrols and at training, teaching her our styles and learning moves she can offer.” “I, Alpha Zac of the Clear Creek pack, hear by joining you, Isla Miller, by blood oath”. He slices his palm, blood drips down into a goblet. He hands me the knife,

Kiara was the first to sense them, and she rose with a hand on her blade, only to relax as she recognized the figures in the dark. “Jacob? Edward?” she called out, and the brothers emerged from the forest trail, their faces drawn with exhaustion but lit by purpose. Behind them walked a familiar figure—Serena’s father—and beside him, a cloaked woman with silver-blonde hair braided down her back. Her eyes, though youthful, held centuries of knowledge. “You’re late,” Alexandro said, but his voice lacked bitterness. Only relief remained. “I had to find her,” the old man said simply, gesturing to the cloaked woman. “This is Ysolde. The witch who cast the forgetting spell on Serena when she was a

That boy immediately walked to my bedside and stood beside me, staring into my eyes. Somehow, I saw sincerity and warmth in his eyes. As I watched him, I smiled at him. He smiled back, “I’m Isaac, the future alpha.” I felt an instant connection as I answered, “I’m Zariah. It’s nice to meet you.” He introduced his parents to me and I nodded in respect at them. They seemed like nice people. Looking at me, Luna Kyra asked me how I was feeling. Isaac startled everyone when he scowled at his mother, “She is in a lot of pain, mother, can’t you see? You guys should go home. I want to sit here with her! I can protect her!”