Scott Howl Novels & Stories

And then I saw him. Scott. His mouth was drenched in red liquid, his chest heaving like he had been holding back for centuries and finally snapped. Bodies sprawled around him, nineteen of them, their faces pale, eyes wide, every last drop of blood stolen. The twentieth was in his arms, limp, her throat torn open. His fangs were still wet, black veins crawling around his eyes. He let her fall at his feet, lifeless, and licked the blood from his lips. Scott feeding on humans. The sight froze me. For as long as I’d known him, he’d sworn himself against it. He hunted wolves, sometimes animals. Never people.

Helen POV I swallowed his words and looked around me at the confused, disappointed looking crowd. He was right after all. They were happy to see Scott be taken down by a female wolf, by a pure coated wolf, but just not as me. They despised me no matter my victories.

“He wasn’t...he wasn’t Scott anymore.” Lauren bit her lip, not sure of what to say. She knew what he was hinting at but was terrified to hear it. “Mike… are you saying he was—?” “Rabid,” he finished, voice cold, clipped. “I went there to ask him for help, and I found... a monster. A wolf that wanted nothing but to tear me apart. And the worst part? I could see him—Scott. My friend. My best friend… just trapped, like a ghost, in those cursed red eyes.”

Scott teased Olivia. “Shut it and fight,” Olivia replied as she pulled out her silver Maiden. The happies flew toward the detectives as Olivia swung her whip against several of the flying folklore. Each talking about a scar that burned against their flesh before falling to the ground. 01-06-22 “Come on, Nolky. Can’t let me have all the fun,” “You wish,” Scott leaned forward and sprinted toward an oncoming horde of harpies before pouncing head first. The young vamp wolf slashed his talons against one harpie after another as they fell to the ground.

"What's so wrong with having a mate with an El Altunia? Why can't I be mates with someone in our pack?" "Are you dumb? Their pack is full of strong werewolves, people who stand a chance to live longer despite the test of time. Their pack is one of the strongest, you have to find a mate" "But you know I regard Helwa as my true mate" "But he is not, and I think your mate would be in the El Altunia pack; I hope so. Now transform, we don't have much time" I slowly bent down and turned into a brown wolf with very thick hair, which was a unique characteristic my pack had.

He dialled a number and as soon as it was picked, he said, “Come in here now.” In just a few minutes, the leader of the warriors knocked and was told to come in. “If they can find the exact place where they found me, the pit Vee is, is not too far from there.” Scott said to them and Alpha Marcus couldn't help but to stare at him, amazed by his smartness, despite the fact that he was so young. “But hold on a second, what pit is he talking about?” Alpha Marcus asked his Beta, a bit confused, not sure of what Scott just talked about.

I placed my head on my knees again and just sulked for what seemed like hours. I heard a few words from the outside world here and there and most of them just slipped over my head words that I weren’t seeking words that I didn’t need and from people I didn’t need it from. “I’ll take the wheel until you’re ready to face the world again” I heard my wolf say within the shadows and in all and all I didn’t mind I needed a break I needed a refresh and I needed to work through what had just happened. Moon Goddess: “you sent Saige to assassinate Scarlet at her gender reveal are you kidding me Zeus

He mumbled within his breath while Liam laughed in a low tone and then opened his lips to speak "You sure about that huh?" Liam snapped at Red mantis who had a smirk on his face while Scott took off his shirt and squatted low before Liam. Liam who wasted no time smiled and in a flash, thrust his hand into the lower back of Scott who gasped as their body began glowing

My senses flared with the wolf beneath my skin, alert to nuance, to motion, to scent. It was a scout, part of the council’s extended reach, moving through territory under the guise of routine. He had no idea I was watching, yet he was the test. My presence here, unseen, meant that I could gather intelligence without exposing myself. Every choice was a calculation: risk against reward, knowledge against safety. And knowledge tonight meant survival.

Keondra asked again. “The spikes, he got them after the curse. His tattoos, that is his mark, the mark given to him by the moon goddess. He will forever be part of the shadows.” Hilda answered. “His hair is a distinct feature. Not any werewolf has it. He took it from his father.” “You are really smart, Hilda.” Keondra looked over to him. “I'm Keondra.” His eyes didn't move from the road. “And I'm Hilda.”