Scat Novels & Stories

Jackson wiped the dust from the pizza base on his jeans and focused on the laptop. “Are there books about the Bloodmoon pack I can look into?” Scarlett asked, She was never one for technology, she preferred to do her research in old school, with a notepad, highlighters, and books. Mikael nodded his head and vamped back and forth with a stack of 14 books. “Damn! I will help you with that.” Sasha offered, Scarlett gave her a grateful look with big eyes.

Still, though, it’s a lonely prospect; thralls aren’t very good conversationalists, and I haven’t seen Scintilla for more than minutes at a time since we first discovered Claudia’s scent trail in Katy’s stairwell. It’s been a little more than a fortnight since then, and we’ve encountered no less than three instances of other scent trails appearing suspiciously close to various places that Katy likes to frequent. Scintilla finds one scent trail in one of the hospitals where Katy works, though two storeys above the unit where her shifts are normally scheduled. Scintilla describes the scent as masculine but clean, like sandalwood and snow. It’s not a description that I recognise, but the look o

At Dominion pack, just as the sun began to set on the designated meeting day, Scarlett's pack emerged from the trees, their paws quiet on the forest floor. Scarlett led the way, her sleek black fur glistening in the fading light. Her piercing yellow eyes scanned the clearing, locking onto Jasper and Athena. Scarlett's tail twitched with excitement as she approached, her ears perked up and alert. She wore a silver-tipped collar, symbolizing her status as alpha, and her muscles rippled beneath her fur as she moved.

As soon as Scarlett stepped outside the circle, she started to look everywhere around her, and we called her name multiple times to check if she could hear us or not. "Alright, it's working. I can't see, hear, smell, or feel any of you near me. Can I walk back inside?" Scarlett asked. "What if we don't respond?" Nora giggled. "She will be mad," I chuckled and mind-linked Scarlett, telling her to cross the circle again. "That was freaky," Scarlett said to Lexi, who smiled at her, "Let me make it more freaky." She started to chant again, and after a few seconds, she blew some dust and smiled at us with a sigh coming out of her mouth, "Now, nobody but alpha, beta, gamma, and, of course, Derek w

It had been two days since he woke, but he was still trapped in this confused, foggy state, his thoughts spinning, his heart heavy with worry. He sat there, his hands clenched, his mind racing, when Skye suddenly stirred, sniffing the air, a low growl rumbling in his chest. “Mate,” the word came, clear but wrong, like a trick that didn’t fit. The scent hit again, stronger, undeniable, pulling at him. Adrian didn’t wait, his body moving before his mind could catch up, following the pull, his heart racing as he made his way outside. The moment he stepped out, he saw her—his mate. But it wasn’t Ashley. It was Katrina. He froze, confusion crashing over him, his mind struggling to make sense of t

Wala nang bakas ng pagod sa kanyang mukha—tanging ang determinasyon ng isang amang nagnanais iligtas ang kanyang anak. ​"Ang signal ay nag-f-flicker, Dad," sagot ni Liam. Hawak niya ang isang portable scanner, ngunit ang mga pader ng bundok na mayaman sa magnetite ay nanggugulo sa readings. "Bumagsak si Skye sa malalim na bahagi ng kagubatan. Ang masama nito... hindi lang tayo ang naghahanap sa kanya." ​ANG MGA CYBER-HOUNDS NI VANE

​[PROGRESS: 44%] [SECTOR_09: WIPE_FAILED_RETRIAL] [SECTOR_10: PURGING. ​The machine was groaning. The cooling fan inside the ruggedized case was screaming at a high, metallic pitch, struggling against the massive volume of data it was translating into nothingness. Through her earpiece, she could hear Margot’s frantic typing, a erratic percussion that sounded like rain on a tin roof. ​"Margot," Scarlett said, keeping her voice low. "The progress bar is stuttering at forty-four. Talk to me."

I replied, shrugging casually as I took a bite of salad. Scott stood up from the table, walking over to one of the dark wooden kitchen cupboards. He reached inside and pulled out a small, metallic object, placing it flat on the center of the dining table before sitting back down. The item had an intricate design that glimmered sharply under the bright fluorescent kitchen lights. "What is that?" I asked, pointing a finger toward the object. "Oh, it's a silver talisman," Scott explained easily, picking up his fork. "It’s a specialized tool used to block out and ward off werewolf hearing within a specific radius."

Then came the smell of ozone and the faint crackle of static. Kira flinched. “That’s not weather.” Adrian checked the scanner strapped to his wrist. Its display rippled like water under pressure. “Signal wave—broadband, directional. Somebody’s broadcasting.” “From the coordinates?” Lena asked. He nodded. “Close. Maybe two klicks east.”

'Scar? 'I NEED YOU ASAP!' 'SOS' 'CODE RED' 'Scarlet?' 'Scaaaaaaaaaarrrrlleeeeetttt' 'Bitch do you not see this?' 'You blind?' 'SCARLET! I am in danger there are people out here trying to kill me aaaaaaaahhh so exciting! Isn't it?' 'I need you with me' 'Come on, we'll fight them together 'Scarlet?' 'SCARLET' 'you bitch, are gonna come when I'm dead!!!!!'