Scat Novels & Stories

Scarlett’s POV I stepped into the dining area, finding Lucian waiting at the table, alone. Stasia was truly gone, just as he’d promised. I felt a strange mix of relief and pressure all at once. “You look good,” he said, his voice warm and genuine. My heart betrayed me, leaping at the simple compliment, though I forced myself to remain neutral, trying to keep my emotions in check. But the mate bond’s pull was undeniable, and the longer I stayed with him and the others, the more it felt like a force working on its own, beyond my control. Last night, I’d slept deeply, wrapped in Lucian’s scent, that rich pinewood I was now learning to crave. I knew each of their scents by heart—Maxwell’s was ea

🌱🌱SCOTT🌱🌱 "Ahhhhhhhhhhh" I yelled as I open the knot of the door, luckily Mom and Dad weren't at home, I clutch my head in pains as I headed towards my room, few hours earlier, I felt a banging pain in my head and had to leave Liam behind, a voice kept speaking to me, I felt something or someone trying to take over my body, I felt my brains twisting against itself and I yelled in pain

CAST - I raced through the dense forest. Shadows of trees streaked by, their skeletal branches clawing at the moonlit sky. The pack followed close, their pale white bodies glowing in the moonlight. Their eyes burned with a sickly green hue, eerily similar to Kat's human eyes. Her voice was louder than the cacophony of snapping twigs and guttural growls. She sat on the back of a massive white wolf, her hair whipping wildly as she screamed at me. “You kill them, or we will!”

“No! This cannot happen! I will not allow it! Return Bastetia to me, now!” While studying Basille’s body language it was quite apparent to Ruben that he was strangely losing his cool and becoming distressed. Why was Katarina (Bastetia) so important to him? Ruben’s face turned grim, he walked over to where Scott was seated and reached out a hand, igniting the bridge and the sigil under Scott’s feet. He raised his other hand and waved it around while his fingers moved in strange patterns before pointing at the blue flames. Scott was lifted up out of his seat and hurled across the bridging marks and through the blue flames as they dipped low and dumped down within the pentacle.

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.

​[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."

'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!!!!!'