Oth Nathan Scott Novels & Stories

"At least you're not Nathan, the Scarred Wolf." Nathan's name comes from the fact that he has a mating mark, the only Pack Alpha in Seoul with one. It used to make people think less of Nathan, a seventeen-year-old kid with an Omega's mating mark. But Nathan had since grown up and proved himself capable beyond a doubt. "It just shows how stupid these titles are," Victor says, finishing his bourbon. "No one looks down on Nathan anymore." Harry nods in agreement. "Not anymore." The two do end up talking shop, exchanging information, trading commodities, and the like.

I just had to turn big eyes on him and he was salivating. Nathan walked in the front door. He was 5’11” and broad shouldered with that grown up boy next door face. His short brown hair was styled to give him an air of refinement in his casual slacks and t-shirt. When he was in uniform, he wore it slicked back. He thought it made him look bad ass. I thought it made him look like Jamie Lee Curtis when she used the water from the flower vase to make herself a little sexier in True Lies. Whereas it worked for her, Nathan wasn’t as lucky.

I finished with a laugh. "Oh stop it grumpy, if only you do everything I teach you, then love would be begging at your feet." She bragged. "Speaking of love, your Prince charming is here." Chloe said while pointing someone from my back with her lips. When I looked back I saw our friend, Nathan, heading our way. Nathan Hemmington is the son of two famous doctors all over the state. They own a lot of respected hospitals in the world. His parents were Cardiologist and Orthopedics, both highest-paying doctors according to Forbes Magazine.

NATHAN’S APARTMENT – NIGHT The hum of the ceiling fan circled through the room like the ticking of a quiet clock. Nathan sat cross-legged on the floor, files and devices sprawled out in front of him—an open laptop, two phones, a small stack of printed documents. A single dim lamp cast a golden glow over the table beside him. He stared ahead in silence for a long moment, jaw clenched, then reached forward and pulled a manila envelope closer. FLASHBACK: INT. DR. HAKEEM’S OFFICE – MONTHS AGO

Nathan Nathan stood stiffly in front of his father’s mahogany desk, the scent of aged leather and ink thick in the air. The Manhattan skyline glittered through the floor-to-ceiling windows, but his father’s gaze was far sharper than any city lights. "I’m hearing talk," his father said, voice low. "About you. About a witch." Nathan kept his expression neutral. "She’s a friend. And I’m taking witchcraft electives. My GPA is still perfect. I’m on track for business school."

Alexander started to turn toward Ophelia, intending to speak, but before he could say a word, the door swung open with a rush of air. Nathan strode in a bright presence against the subdued mood of the room. He wore a red basketball jersey clipped with a white stripe, gym shorts, and carried a black duffel bag slung over one shoulder. His tanned skin was still flush from exertion, beads of sweat glistening along his brow. He grinned, carefree, as if bringing sunlight inside with him. Marcus was the first to notice. "Nathan!" he exclaimed, a note of surprise coloring his tone. He stepped forward, grinning widely, clasping Nathan's shoulder in greeting.

“Yeah, I lied. Are you really that surprised?” Scott chuckles, his tone dry. “Put her in her bedroom, and come back down after,” Scott says and walks back over to the couch. Harken hangs his head with a heavy sigh and takes Noel upstairs, laying her down carefully in her bed. He takes his time removing her jacket and skirt, allowing her to breath a little before pulling the covers over her and closing the door, joining Scott back downstairs. “So, did you know?” Scott asks. “Know what?” “That Nathan James has been released, and is back living with his parents here in Bisbee? I’ve been told he has been spotted several times at the pub, and a couple of times near the high school. Why didn’t you

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.

“I don’t believe in God’s gift but I do believe in the power of money. And you hand it to a young, ambitious doctor with an obsession for power, we get…what did you just say?” “God’s gift,” Gerald supplies. “Yes! God’s gift.” Hampton is sweating. “Find Hastings,” Nathan orders. “Or I’ll report you to the cops. Got it?” Hampton’s fingers clench into a fist but he nods. “Good,” Nathan says. “Now go away.” Feeling relieved, Hampton leaves the room. “Sir, what are you going to do now?” Gerald asks. “I’ll watch the show,” Nathan says cryptically. “You may leave.”

Scott had a bright future ahead of him, and he was very likely to surpass Earth rank to become a Telekinetic Grandmaster. Nathan didn’t expect such a genius to die so suddenly. One could only imagine how much hatred Nathan felt in his heart. At twelve midnight, the large antique clock in the house started ringing, but Nathan was not asleep yet. He couldn’t fall asleep! Nathan was waiting for his son, Gerald, to call him and tell him that Scott’s murderer had been killed. The phone finally rang. It wasn’t Gerald’s number. Instead, it belonged to one of the grandchildren Nathan didn’t usually pay much attention to.