Meowscles X Skye Novels & Stories

Sky's wrist couldn't fit into the watch but he took it and kept it safe in a box among the things he treasured most. Sky opened his eyes as the water reached its peak, he stepped out and took his towel to dry off. Taking in his appearance in the mirror, he looked nothing like Stefan, although they share the same hair color. That's about it. Stefan was gorgeous for sixteen years old, his cat-like green eyes that glowed when he was smiling or smirking. The way his honey brown hair swept across his forehead barely touching the surface of his dark, flawless well-sculpted eyebrows, his chiseled nose that leads down to two beautiful plump lips that could rival any girl any day. Sky has always wond

But as I continued looking at the memories of Zeek, I saw the scar on his face and realized it wasn’t Zeek at all, but Alphus. “Kitty, that wasn’t Zeek. That was someone called Alphus,” I tried to calm her down. She was shivering and in shock. “What’s wrong, Pussy Cat?” Zeek felt my distress, so I told him everything Meadow showed me. “Alphus did what?” Zeek growled. “No wonder your wolf had been dormant,” he hissed. “Meadow, if you are listening, I want you to know I love Kitty and you so much, and I’d rather die than hurt you.” He ran a finger over my face. “If you’re ready, we can fully seal our mate bond, and you could also mark me.”

Now standing here surrounded by allies who shared a common goal, it was clear to Skye that together they were capable of accomplishing great things. With determination burning brightly within each mate's eyes – Gale's unwavering support evident through his touch – Skye stepped forward into this new chapter knowing they were stronger than ever before. No longer just individuals walking separate paths but now one united force ready to face any challenge head-on – guided by trust, friendship, and unyielding loyalty towards one another. “Dear Luna, I must say, that as I never expected this… new development, I hereby ask for your forgiveness, after my rude approach before.”

I halted, meeting his gaze with a defiance I hoped masked my discomfort. "I know you don't like me. But you have to show up at the party," he insisted, a hint of challenge in his tone. "Why me?" I countered, casting a glance at Brooklyn. She seemed uninterested, her attention glued to her cellphone. Ignoring my question, Skyler leaned in closer, the smell of his cologne invading my senses, making me frown. Then, in a move that felt too intimate, he whispered in my ear, "Kyle, your favorite. He's coming."

He surprised me next with a laugh, like a child in an apex of excitement, ready to burst their cheek with jiggle. “Not like that,” he smiled. “Don't get me wrong, I mean you standing up for Asher, I liked that part of you.” I nodded in understanding. I pout. “You did all the work, I almost shit in my pants praying the stranger I was leaning on for help would comply.” “So you're Skye,” he teased, checking his wrist for the time. That was what Klein did the first time we met, and I knew Sean would be leaving soon.

The rogues way of seeing what security was like? Well, security was just Asher and Sienna on this side, and this wasn’t something they could always do. Asher looked up to the trees, just barely able to make out Sienna’s shadow within the leaves, thanks to his wolf vision. Sienna, he thought, wondering if their bond would work. Asher? She sounded surprised to hear him in her head. But it had worked — that meant something. Are you okay? Asher sniffed the air, picking up on no more rogue scents. For now.

His voice had that dangerous edge I knew too well. "It's my fault," Selene interjected with a theatrical sigh. "I made all my favorite dishes today. It's natural for Skye to be upset on her first day back. Skye, what would you like? I can prepare something else." Her eyes gleamed with triumph and challenge. But these tactics couldn't anger me anymore. "She's a grown wolf now, not some delicate pup. If you can eat it, so can she," my brother growled. "Skye, stop making everyone uncomfortable. Be sensible for once."

Marya was preparing the things her team would be needing for the Valentine’s Fundraiser as she turned, her lips curling into a smile the moment her eyes fell on Skye. “Skye, you gonna stand there moping all night or help me with these?” Maya called, holding up the tangled lights. One bulb flickered weakly, like it was barely catching up. “My team’s fundraiser presentation is gonna be a mess if you don’t help me get these done. I need help” Maya says. Skye forced a smile, setting her sketchbook on the couch. “Sorry, just… distracted.” She approached Maya and grabbed the other end of the light string.

Shee had her eyes fixed ahead of her with stiff shoulders. Following her gaze, my eyes widened when I saw Skye beside the vase that had the late alpha's ashes in it. "Skye, baby," I said softly, freezing to a spot. "Come now, we could go for a walk." Skye rubbed his body around the vase, moving like a cat purring around his or her owner's feet. "Skye!" I whisper-yelled, and Skye snapped his head at me as if snarling at me for calling his name. He growled a little and then looked back at the vase before knocking it to the ground.

Damon ~”I love you. Skye ~”I love you too.” We climb under the covers and soon we are fast asleep. This is the most at peace I have been at weeks. But I am soon ripped out from my sleep. All I can hear is Skye scream. As I open my eyes I can see her sitting upright in the middle of the bed. Damon ~”Baby what is wrong?” Skye ~”You fucking asshole, the woman was Tajsa.” Oh fuck, she has gotten some if not all of her memory back