Scat Novels & Stories

Scar sighed, not for calmness, but for the dread that was building at the pit of her stomach. "The thing is...." the call ended abruptly. Scar blinked in confusion and hurriedly tried to dial the number again, only to realize that her phone had gone off. "Just great!"

Scarlett Axel tried to use her wolf senses to find Scarlett, but the scents were all too intense in the emergency room. Shouting and crying echoed through the space as health care workers sprinted to treat the injured. Scarlett turned a corner and there it was: her scent. Faint but recognizable. Scarlett followed it, pushing past patients and staff until she reached a set of double doors.

I take one step so I can see if their door is open, I know it probably isn't but it's worth a try. I stop when I hear a weird sound coming from my right, I stand still and I turn my head slowly just to meet a large hairy wolf, no, a large hairy werewolf. "Fuck!" Wake up Chloe, wake up! The wolf grits its teeth, there's saliva dripping from its teeth, and its claws can kill someone even worse than a knife can. Its ears are pointy and the eyes are golden brown, the same as Nathan's. No, no way I'm getting killed.

A stupid, desperate, chemically volatile idea. "Ben," I asked. "What's the primary sensory mechanism of the Scarab-X?" "Chemoreceptors," Ben replied instantly. "They sniff out organic decay. Highly sensitive to sulfur and methane." "And what happens," I uncapped the liquor bottle, "if you overload a high-sensitivity sensor with a concentrated volatile irritant?" Ben's eyes widened behind his glasses. "Sensory overload. A system reboot. But we don't have tear gas." "No," I grabbed a handful of the spicy gluten strips, dripping with synthetic capsaicin oil, and shoved them into the bottle of liquor. The clear liquid instantly turned a murky, violent orange. "We have something worse. We have gu

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."

Megan sank into the bathtub, allowing her body welcome the warm and soothing water. She had missed this; the peace of mind that comes with the loneliness of her apartment, the freedom to do as she pleased without being restricted, the lavender smell of her bathroom and quacky, the small rubber duck sitting on the edge of the bathtub. She reached out and rubbed the slippery head before squeezing the belly, it made a short quack noise and Megan half laughed. She squeezed it two more times before dropping it in the water close to her chest.