Scott Howl Novels & Stories

I wasn’t hungry, but I needed something to do with my hands. Mira sat across from me, lowering her voice. “Eira… the scouts who found you said Kael looked—” she hesitated, searching for the right word. “—different.” I swallowed. “He was angry.” “That’s never good,” she said carefully. “When Kael gets angry, things break.” “People, too,” I whispered before I could stop myself. Mira’s eyes softened. “He didn’t mean to scare you.” “I’m not sure he can help it.”

Scott said. "Is it true?" asked Lisa happily. "Yes. May I get to know you better?” "May. All this time, you only asked about me, but I haven't asked about you. May I know about you too?” Lisa asked. "Oh, um. Ok. Maybe next time I'll tell you myself." Scott had forgotten that his life and that girl were very different. Scott is a werewolf, while Lisa is a human. He was at a loss to somehow explain all those things to her.

She squeezed it two more times before dropping it in the water close to her chest. Leaning back and relaxing, she let her hands drop on either side of the bath tub. Her left hand reached out for the bottle of wine which laid just below the tub and she lifted it up. Deciding not to bother refilling the now empty glass, she brought the bottle to her lips and tipped her head backward, gulping the red liquid down in a rush. She choked and coughed, placed the bottle down and chuckled sadly. "Omar, I'm really sorry." Hiccup. "I'm really really sorry. But I needed this break, at least I thought that was what I needed.... Bit I miss you terribly...."

An enormous smile spread across his face as his eyes flickered with happiness. Scott shot his eyes at me when my arm accidentally brushed his. His eyes were bloodshot and his eyelids were heavy. A few strands of hair hanging above his head, giving him the vibe of a bad boy. "You?" he whispered in shock, rubbing his eyes and trying to clear his vision. "Damn! I'm hallucinating again. She is not her…she is not her…" he muttered, curling his fingers into fists. "She can't be her! She is dead, man! Fuck, she is dead!" His chest heaved as he clenched his teeth and squeezed his eyes. His body tensed.

It wasn't on the drink board, but somehow, he had found it for me. Cruz nodded toward my drink. "So, what's going on?" I let out a deep breath. "I don't want to talk about it." "Clearly." He took a sip of his beer and set it on the counter. "So, what's going on?" I chuckled. "You won't take no for an answer. Will you?" Robert pulled his beat-up baseball bat out from behind the counter. Obviously, he had no clue that we were wolf-shifters. I held up my hand. "It's okay, Robert. He's my friend."

Morgana's hounds were flesh warped by darkness and muscle bound up in sorcery as they rushed forward but their trajectory was purposeful and straight for us. "Holding the line!" I shouted, adjusting in mid-air. Fur exploded across my skin, bones breaking, reshaping. My paws hit the earth with claws gouging deep into soil with the taste of blood filled my mouth before I’d even registered my first kill and the hound squealed, shadows leaking from its body as my jaws crushed its throat. At my side, Lucian was a whirlwind of darkness, his wolf form shrouded in writhing shadow, tearing beasts apart with elegance that made them howl like they were being unraveled.

He simply stepped back to the perimeter of the pit, crossing his arms over his broad chest, his piercing silver eyes tracking my every movement like an apex predator evaluating a test subject. Across the Colosseum, partially obscured by the flickering torchlight, Denzel Darkmoor leaned silently against a stone pillar. His dark eyes were fixed entirely on me, his hands buried deep in his coat pockets where my mother's silver locket rested. I was completely on my own. "Begin!" Hawthorne shouted, bringing his arm down in a sharp, swift arc. Before the professor’s hand even hit his side, Susan moved. She didn't hesitate or test my range; she charged with terrifying shifter speed, a blur of motio

The howl echoed through the forest, sharp and urgent. Dale and Juke sprint toward the sound. The undergrowth cracked beneath their feet as the scent of blood hit their nostrils. Dale’s chest tightened as the sound grew louder, more desperate. “There,” Juke said, pointing to a figure slumped near the base of an old oak. An injured scout, his fur matted with blood, shifted weakly into his human form. “Arif’s wolves,” the scout rasped, his voice hoarse. “Near the border... rallying.”

Stella rolled her eyes. I found myself staring intensely at her mysterious honey-brown eyes there's something behind them, a secret but it's well hidden. I guess I was staring at them too long because I found said eyes staring at me. "Did something bite you?" Always blunt and straight to the point that's Eva Raye for you'll. "No, why" I could hear the beep in Scott's heart he was lying. "Liar, what was it?" Eva pressed. "I don't know, okay? A mountain lion I guess" He said rolling his eyes.

— And, by the way, you have a wound on temple. Touching the line on the guy's temple, I drew in the direction where the blood was flowing, from the temple behind the ear and further along the hairline. Scott took wet wipes out of the glove compartment and looked in the mirror. — And I kept thinking, why did they look at me like that?—he chuckled briefly, wiping away the blood.— Well, it's okay, I don't come here anyway...— The key turned and the engine rumbled. —So,— Scott began, his voice serious, a tone lower than usual.— I can do magic, I can fly... And now what? —