Scat Novels & Stories

Growling, I lower my head, getting pissed he won't let me past him. "Look up, Biscuit," he says as he points to the sky, and when I see a golden strand of energy flowing from Scarlett's body, weaving above the crowd, branching out in two directions. One branch leads to Theo, the energy engulfing his large frame, which has shifted into his wolf Cerebrus. The other hangs precariously over Charity's body, waiting patiently for her shift to succeed or for her to die before attaching itself in the same manner as it did with Cerebrus.

“Then tell me why the hell you think I find you unattractive?” “I find me unattractive. ” “You need laser surgery.” “Scott!” “Don't you dare 'Scott' me.” He was genuinely mad, she thought as she watched his eyes. He continued his tirade, “Lemme ask you this?” “Okay.” “Do you have a tail growing out of your anus?” A second later, she burst into laughter. “Scott?” He leaned back up, away from her and said with a bitter twist to his mouth. “Yes. Laugh. Laugh all you want. A man's misery is funny to you. Why not?”

I strain my eyes, searching the darkness and swear I see movement, but I can’t make out what it is. “This place is packed tonight,” Becca squeals in my ear, breaking my attention from whatever the hell I thought I saw. “Lots of good-looking guys to choose from, Maddie!”

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Its leave-less branches is bent in a way that provides some kind of shade on a big hole in the ground. I squint my eyes to help clear my vision and move slowly towards the hole and that's when I see it too. ********************************

It was as though a burden was lifted from my shoulders. Kate’s POV “I heard sheriff Morgan say something about some chip,” I asked the detectives. “Yes! Do you know anything about it?” they asked in unison. “I do a little bit” I replied Kayla’s POV “Should we inform Lynn to know when she can bring the chip…” Agent Tom’s POV “ I think I know one or two things about chips used by agents, even though we only use that in extreme conditions and caution”, I said. “Sorry for cutting you off Kayla,” I said. “No problem provided we can get a clue, evidence or accomplices” she said.

It was necessary to soothe their hearts. While they communed in that mood, something transpired. There sounded a strange noise from an unknown source. A human voice screamed like a man who was near the edge of death, as though he was clubbed with a weapon. He shrieked again and stopped. The men jerked away from the ground in fright. Had they not scanned the area, and unanimously concluded that no one apart from them was present there? Another trouble yet unseen loomed around them, as what affected a brother, affected the rest. As they paced forward, following the direction of where the sound came, Jonah appraised his brothers’ faces, one after the other, and seeing that his friend, the brown

”I look like a zombie “She laughed twisting her waist . She check her phone but was disappointed seeing no message from Dylan .She walked to the bathroom dragging herself . “Hey you busy ?”Her manager ,Susan asked peeping in . “Not really .Just scrolling through social media .Dylan have been ignoring me “Rissa replied. Susan signed and sat on the bed beside hers .Yeah ,Susan also understands sign language . One of the reason why they got along pretty quick.She and Rissa are really close and Riss takes her as a best friend telling her about a lot of things .

Eli caught me in the hallway away from the crowd. "We did that," he said. "We did," I said. "The expansion," he continued. "Six months means we're actually doing this. Long-term collaboration. Long-term us." "Yes," I said. "Assuming I don't sabotage before we get there." "You probably will," Eli said. "At least a little bit. You're going to get scared. You're going to retreat into control mechanisms. And I'm going to be there reminding you that you already admitted this matters."

It wasn't the guttural roar of the Sand-Stalker; it was higher, sharper, like metal screaming against metal. "What was that?" Dimas whispered, his fingers dipping into his bag to find a vial of something, anything, he could use. "A Sky-Skater," Rafael muttered, his posture coiling. "They’re scavengers that live in the upper atmosphere. They usually don't come down unless the mana levels are high enough to support their flight. Which means they can smell the Saffron on you from a mile away." "Great. So I'm a walking dinner bell again," Dimas hissed. "Is there anything in this world that doesn't want to eat me?"