Scotland Hetalia Novels & Stories

Did I make the right decision? A/N Shits about to go down in Scotland; don't miss it!

A place to receive visitors, conduct pack business, demonstrate the kind of authority that kept supernatural politics from devolving into constant warfare. The envoy entered with confidence that bordered on arrogance, his pale eyes sweeping across ancient tapestries and battle-scarred walls like he was cataloguing weaknesses rather than appreciating history. When he spoke, his voice carried the particular accent that marked him as northern territory—Scottish highlands where the old ways held stronger than anywhere else in Britain. "Lord MacAllister," he said, inclining his head just enough to avoid outright insult while making it clear he considered the gesture a courtesy rather than acknowl

The Scot preferred his women—one woman, to be specific—with a few more curves and a head of hair so fiery it brightened even the smithest of the Highland fog. His friend was only trying to get a rise out of him, but still, Rebel’s eyes flashed to his wolf’s. “I dare you.” “I hear Scots are mighty popular with American lassies these days.” Murtagh waggled his eyebrows suggestively. “You doona think I could woo her away from ye?” “She’s not mine to begin with.” Rebel shook his head, even as a grin crossed his lips. “But if that were the case, I’d like to see you try.”

CALLISTA Three weeks later — Edinburgh, Scotland From Asia, we flew to Europe—our first destination was Scotland, home to the legendary Highland Pack. The scenery was breathtaking—vast rolling highlands covered in purple heather, tranquil lakes reflecting the gray skies, and ancient castles standing like proud sentinels of history. The cool air brushed against my skin, and my wolf stirred restlessly, howling in delight. It was wild, unfiltered, and free—just like the land itself.

CHAPTER 123 MONTANA'S POV SCOTLAND! Over the past few weeks, it had been finalized that Scotland would be the place where our new Kingdom will be built. Scottish Highlands to be specific. Everyone agreed with this, and we looked into it, it contained plenty of benefits for us and was indeed the perfect place. We also had witches and my Aunt Calista, a powerful witch who could also do some spells where we will remain a secret, our Kingdom, and werewolves as it has always been.

“With us working together, we will create an evolution in England. I hear that Scotland is the one causing all the war, apparently they want only one pack in the whole of U.K!” “They’re foolish if they think they are powerful enough to achieve it but if they want a fight, we will give it to them,” I shrug. “Hmm they are but some other cities are siding with them.” They can all side for all I care but I won’t bow down for anyone except the goddess ! After the tour, he invited me and Dryden to dine at a French restaurant with his family and I had to force myself to go because I need him on my side. “So Alpha Sebastian, are you looking for a second wife ?”

And they prohibited most of the abilities that make me a demon from usage. I nickname the man Jerk, although my clairvoyance told me he is a regular human nicknamed Jackal. I don’t know what business he has with Scarlet, but she is allowing him to flip up her skirt under the covered table, which I can see from the table behind. His left-hand glides down her skirt and feels her bare bottom. She is wearing a lacy thong that matches her bra and while seeing the lace gives me a reaction; I am jealous that someone else, instead of me, has his dirty fingers touching her intimate parts.

If Cayden and I had just stopped in to say hi, she would have come and given me a hug, but much like my father, she differentiates between her daughter Scarlett and her Alpha Scarlett. “Alpha Scarlett, Beta Cayden. Is everything okay?” She asks, her big green eyes wide with concern and her chocolate brown hair still slightly damp from a shower. It’s like looking into a mirror and seeing my future self. And I’ll tell you, I could do a lot worse. My mother still turns heads and is still a beast on the sparring fields. I’ve never seen her in an actual battle, but I have no doubt she can still kickass.

adds Cheval, using the language that Rúbia most identifies with. “Well, I thought about something about that, during my trip through Europe. We saw a lot of redheads, in Scotland in particular... so it wouldn't be a problem to select one who could, as it were, contribute the necessary material so that you can have a son as redheaded as your husband.” "For God's sake! I know Scotland! And redheads are nothing new there!” she screams and turns her back to everyone as she gets up.