Nathan Scott Oth Novels & Stories

A narrow path opens where there hadn’t been one before. Someone steps through. She looks human. That’s the most unsettling part. Dark hair pulled back in a practical knot. Lean build. Clothes designed for movement, not decoration. No glow. No distortion. No wrongness scraping at my senses. Midnight recognizes her. The land doesn’t recoil. It waits. “Well,” she says lightly, glancing around at the clearing, the wounded wolves, the scorched earth already knitting itself whole. “You certainly made a mess.” Ethan moves in front of me without thinking, his posture loose but ready. “You have about three seconds to explain how you walked into a secured territory.”

Everytime he came across something that looked new to him, he would question his Father and expecting a reply from him. The crew soon decided to take a break and made camp after they've journeyed for a few hours. His Father decided to take a nap thinking that Nathan would do the same. Nathan who acted like he was fast asleep slightly opened his eyes to spy on his Father if he was already sleeping. He noticed he was just getting there and not yet fast asleep. He anticipated what he was going to see if he should go out alone all by himself. He watched his Father as he slept off, now snoring. He smiled and got up immediately. He tiptoed and walked out way from the camp stealthily without anyone

, He said as he looked at Nathan with terror in his eyes. He could see Nathan's mouth moving, saying something but not audible enough, it was more of a whisper than a statement.. "I can't here you!", Richard said out aloud as he put his hands behind his ears leaning them closer to Nathan hoping he would hear whatever he was about to say. "Please... Please...", Nathan was able to mumble out. Now he was begging, he was pleading for his life and that of Oliver. Where was the arrogant warrior who stood his ground and wasn't ready to plead amidst the pain and the torture he was going to face?

“Declan is my friend and right hand.” Nathan watches me with narrowed eyes, then he gives me the look I can interpret without help, it’s the look he gave me the first time he saw me, when I thought he was Noah. He is calling me stupid with his eyes. “I’m not stupid.” “You are. And if you hurt my brother because of said stupidity, I will not hesitate to kill you.” I swallow against the threat. He and his brother are Omegas, they are physically strong from exercise, but that’s nothing compared to the alpha strength, it’ll never happen, but it scares me.

Nathan doesn’t flinch nor betray his surprise at her words, but Halsey is adamant. “You won’t do any such thing,” she whispers. “If you wanted to do anything of that sort, you’d have done it last night. You wouldn’t have saved me either.” She’s increasingly becoming aware of how intimate they must seem but somehow, it doesn’t bother her. What bothers her more is the scars on his back. What the hell did he go through? “You’re pretending not to be scared, Halsey Scott,” Nathan grits. “But you are scared of me. Remember what I can do if you don’t obey. Lincoln’s life is in your hands now.”

Thea couldn't help but smirk when she saw him in a disheveled state. "Nathan, it's all over." Nathan's eyes were bloodshot as he fiercely roared at Thea, "Thea, how could you become so despicable?"

It was not Scott’s place to go up against her. Hah. Nathan sneered and said coolly to Scott, “Just do whatever you deem fit. You don’t need to hesitate in such a situation from now on.” Scott looked at him in slight astonishment. What was wrong with Nathan? It felt a little tense in the office. Scott signaled the subsidiary CEO and Finn to leave first. He stayed behind and looked at Nathan as he said in a low voice, “Is there really nothing you can do to salvage this?” Elena Langley was Nathan's older sister!

Sophia Nathan Carter was a wounded beast. And wounded beasts were the most dangerous. The board meeting may have ended in a temporary victory, but I knew better than to assume it was over. Nathan wasn’t the type to accept defeat. He was the type to retreat just long enough to sharpen his claws before striking again. I sat at my desk, tapping my fingers lightly against the glass surface. The city lights flickered outside, a sprawling testament to power and ambition—the very things Nathan was desperate to reclaim.

Just then, Oswald entered. “Seen anything?” He thundered. Nathan stood straight up, his gloomy face was an enough reply, and with that, Oswald turned and stormed out.

Nathan snapped as soon as he head the whisper, blinking as though he hadn’t realized Owen was beside him. "Huh?" He frowned, running a hand through his hair. "I asked if you’re okay. You looked quite…lost." Owen’s tone was lighter now, but the concern was real. Nathan shook his head too quickly, nodding at the same time. "Yeah..yeah, I’m fine," he managed to say, sounding like even he did not believe the words. As expected, Owen wasn’t convinced. He dropped one hand from his waist and stepped closer. “You broke things off with Scarlett, didn’t you?"