Scott Howl Novels & Stories

Scott stated with a tone of finality, then he turned to look at the Anonymous wolf. He raised his hands in a bid to strike it through the wolf's heart, but just as he was about to do it, Sodom walked into the auditorium with the two wolves that had been sent to fetch him. "Aha.. even better. I'm going to let your new leader strike him down." Scott stated as soon as he sighted Sodom, causing all the brown wolves to turn around and look towards Sodom with a renewed hope. "Please.. don't do this... Spare him." Some of the brown wolves whispered to Sodom as he walked through the lines to meet up with Scott.

I said, “and she’s my friend. May I ask, what’s going on with you and these emails?” Scott considered what I said, rotating his glass in his hand so the ice made clicking noises against the crystal. “I like Sarah,” he finally said. “I do too. I showed the world I liked her by making her the goddess-mother of—” “Goddess-mother, goddess-mother,” he interrupted. “Like that was supposed to be some great honor.” “The Luna Temple—” “Who gives a shit about the Luna Temple? Seriously, a bunch of old, worn-out hags?”

Scott was as tall as Hunt, with dark blonde hair and broad shoulders, looking like one of those men that lived in the mountains—which ironically he did—in his plaid shirt with those mesmerising lake blue eyes. "You want to help me get dinner ready for the animals?" he asked and I stared at him hesitantly. Scott smiled and it was a genuine one. "I don't bite. Not a biter, never have been. Besides, I'd rather get to know you and make my own decisions, than get my ass whooped by Hunt." I laughed and Scott chuckled before nodding. "Trust me, I've been on the receiving end and it was not a pretty look." "How long have you two known each other?" I moved closer towards him.

The host chuckled, masking a hint of envy in her voice. "Welcome to 81.9 GistFM, I'm Aaaa-manda, and we're ready to delve into something spooky today. Though Halloween isn't here yet, we'll be discussing the supernatural, including Vampires, Werewolves, Ghosts, and even Witches. If young ones are tuned in, you might want to switch off the radio. But first, let's get down to business - do you believe in these supernatural entities? Miranda halted.

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."

Her lips curved in her signature smirk. Ryan followed my gaze and quickly jerked her hand away. He hurried over to me and turned me around by gently holding my arm. Tingles spread over my body as his skin touched mine. My wolf howled and whimpered as his betrayal shun her existence. Ryan's gaze ran over my body assessing my state. He gently pushed the strands of my hair from my face and looked into my eyes. "Scar," his voice softened as he came closer and held my wounded arm. The blood has stopped but now it has dried around the wound.

"Werejonalle!" "Clarkson!" I heard some of the shouts from the Golderine Werewolves, some voices was really familiar for me, they came from my friends that was in the omega rank, like Clarendon, Jena, Julo and Juno. My friends that never leave me on the time of happiness and darkness in my life. There I realized that in frienship there was no higher and lower, it does not need to be in the same level for you to feel that they are always be there for you.

“So, she is part demon? One of Dante’s sprogs that slipped through the net?” “No,” Lucas leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees as a weary sigh escaped him. “Atlas and Amos don’t have wolf spirits remember? Chloe does; Hecate.” “Hecate? What kind of name is that?” “It’s the name of a Greek goddess. As far as we can tell, only the Wolfe line has a wolven spirit with a Greek name. Even Sierra and Alvaro don’t have them. So, how come she has one?” Lucas raised an eyebrow, hazel eyes darkening as the questions piled up. “I think we need to make a call.”

I roll my eyes inwardly. If only she knew I had no interest in being his mate or luna. "Enjoying the show?" I hear her whisper into Hunter's ear, making my wolf growl possessively as she glares daggers at the slu-- I mean, Scarlet through my eyes. "What do you think you're doing, Scar?" He growls under his breath, making me cock my eyebrows in confusion at the tone he's using to his sweet little "girlfriend". 'Oh look, our so-called mate even got her her own little nickname,' I tease Moonlight, and she scoffs, expressing how she wants to get her paws on Scarlet once I let her onto the surface.

She never knew he was present until he tapped her shoulder lightly, making her gasp. “Ooh you are here,” Hilda said, smiling slightly. “Yes I am,” Scott said as they both stepped in. Scott was looking for clues. He needed clues to catch the criminals that were threatening Hailey's life. He knew Smith was the one distributing the weapon's. He needed to plant a spy among Smith's men but he hadn't figured how to go about it. Hilda watched Scott, she noticed he looked troubled. She sat beside him, and faced him. “ Is everything okay? You looked troubled.”