Nathan Scott Oth Novels & Stories

Nathan stood in front of the open door with one hand still resting on the handle of a travel case. His shoulders were stiff, his eyes looked so tired, and no matter how hard he tried to appear calm, I could still see the fear in his eyes. I looked from him to the suitcase again and then back to him. Something instantly clicked. "Are you two leaving Moonfall?”

Alessandro strolled in from the balcony, glass of scotch in hand, his gray eyes glinting with amusement as though he were watching his favorite sport. “The mighty Montez,” Alessandro continued, lowering himself into the chair across from Nathan. “Brought to his knees by shadows. No bullets. No knives. Just whispers dressed as truths. Magnificent.” Nathan’s smirk deepened. “I told you. He might be untouchable in the daylight. But at night? At night even kings bleed.”

We tried to be very quiet with our sounds because our parents could knock at the door anytime, which was very hard to do. My breath echoed loud enough that anyone nearby could hear me. Nathan then shifted his position then sat upright. I had to admit, he looked like a sculpted Greek god with his abs on full display. He was so beautiful, none of the guys I had hooked up with could hold a candle for him.

The warmth around the table vanished the moment the scout finished speaking. Rowan was already on his feet. "Show us." The young scout nodded and immediately led the way out of camp. The others exchanged uneasy glances before following, leaving the journal and Lucien's scattered notes exactly where they were. Whatever had made those footprints couldn't have been more than a few minutes ahead of them. The eastern edge of Orathyn was quieter than the rest of the city. Crumbling walls leaned into one another, and the narrow streets were almost hidden beneath fresh snow. When the scout finally stopped, he stepped aside without saying a word.

"Listen, Owen! I'm sure you already know who he is. He's not an ordinary human, he's a descendant of a Great God. He won't die that easily, he will somehow survive. So, believe me!" Owen was silent, tears welling up in his eyes. He didn't know how to believe it. However, remembering that Nathania possessed such immense power made the conviction in his heart begin to emerge. "Your Majesty, I hope you are well. We will definitely find you!" Owen wiped his tears and spurred his horse to get away from this very dangerous place following Samuel who was in front of him. ***

Nathan didn’t think much of Alexander avoiding his gaze, assuming it was just his usual cold demeanor. Besides, he had more immediate concerns. He sauntered over to Ophelia, who was arranging the flowers by the window, a thoughtful crease between her brows. “Mother said you were taking care of these two cousins,” Nathan said, voice lilting with teasing emphasis on the last word. “You sure you don’t want a medal?” Ophelia looked up, arching an eyebrow, letting the gentle curve of her painted lips reveal amusement despite her inward irritation.

Nathan got to the river first then stood on his back legs with his head high looking at the Moon. He let out a painful howl that made Anita ran faster to investing gate when she came to view the sigh of her mate like that broke her heart, she wished that the Silver Sands pack shouldn’t have come now because it only opened an old wound to Nathan. In no time the rogue warriors were at the river to investigate, but not only that, they were ready for a fight.

Scott shouted, "She makes me sick to my stomach!" Hot tears rolled down my eyes as Nathan helped me up however Scott was not done. He took the report from Nathan's hands. "You so badly wanted an autopsy! Now look! Here you go!" he groaned while slapping the paper on my face.

But Shane’s scent was here, clear as day. Shane spotted the rebels clan out near the edge of the village, looking across the pack. Shane only had two helpers backing him up, and with an attack force of only three, it stood to reason that he would be trying to go straight for the jugular by taking out the alpha. Moments later, Scar located Shane and his goons, creeping along on four legs downwind of the rebels, slowly advancing on to their direction , their tails twitching in impending attack.

Chapter 46 “Aaaah,” Olivia screamed as ran to hide behind the coach. Nathan had disappeared and when he returned, he had a gun in his hand and he was shooting at the mercenaries who were wearing black from head to toe relentlessly. “Who are you people?” he asked although he already knew the answer. He was just puzzled because he did not know that his brother would find him so soon.