Scott Howl Novels & Stories

He would have so preferred if she had hurt him with something than said those words to him, to Walt. But they deserved it, they hurt their mate. He had a killing spree with Dark Dynasty southern soldiers to wild wolves at the ancient route to some wild jackals. He came home with blood thirstiness, not to add seeing injured wolves, so he pounced on any living person. But Walt should have known the difference between an enemy and his mate. He was excited for her scent yet couldn’t recognize her. “A lot of terrible things happened while you were gone so stop sulking already”. Scott lifted his head from his pillow. Was it Han talking to him that way? The boy seemed serious, folding his hands.

She had to as she had no one to go to, most especially now that she’s pregnant. Scott Hunt had been diagnosed for having Antisocial Disorder which no one knew about aside from his psychiatrist, Jess, and Kaiser. He was great in manipulating people without feeling any remorse. Even Samantha, an exceptional psychiatrist hasn’t seen through him—not even Takumi. Everything he has shown to everyone he calls as "friends" were all fake and he regrets nothing. Scott is also the son of an underground leader who lures cursed people into opening a portal between heaven and hell.

Scott's embarrassment was overshadowed by the urgent need to disable the bomb. Tears streamed down his face as he sobbed, his body shaking with desperation. He tried to steady his hands, but they trembled uncontrollably. “I still haven’t gotten a girlfriend,” Scott whispered between his tears. “She is supposed to give me an answer tomorrow.” I couldn't even cry or scream, I just shut my eyes and looked into heaven. This is it, I'm coming to you, Lord, although it's early, please welcome me with open arms. Since I’ve suffered enough on earth, I'm definitely not going to hell. Time of death: 25/9/2025

What is he doing within that long years? "After I defeated the soul ripper, my eyes also lost their glow because my wolf also lost the one I love at that time. My wolf becomes aggressive, ruthless, and murderous. That's why I voluntarily surrendered to lock myself so I cannot kill anyone anymore." Scott heaved a sigh when I could sense the weights of the air coming from his mouth and nose.

Maybe it wasn't love. But Hayley was still the only true friend he had ever had in this world. He had spent half his life pursuing absolute power. And now, with the last of that power, he would give her one final gift. He hoped Hayley would spend the rest of her life safe and at peace, untouched by suffering or hardship. "Safe travels." Scott was dragged beneath the dark water by the zombie horde. In his final moments, he vaguely saw someone leaning out of the helicopter overhead.

Right then, Scott used 100% of his inner force. He wanted to kill Alex Rockefeller with a single punch so that those from the Yowell family and Divine Constabulary could see clearly that he was not one to be humiliated. After letting out a wild roar, the inner force concentrated around his fist started to crackle. Everyone’s hearts stopped briefly, frightened by the might of his punch. Even Anna Coleman had a fearful look in her eyes. She could imagine how terribly injured she would be if she was punched. That was if she even survived in the first place.

He gives me a confused look, taking my hands in his, he answers, "She's with Joanne. I asked her to watch her for a while until everyone left. Why?" "Scott's dead and the demon has escaped."

His hand was mid-air and out of nowhere, someone, someone from behind me just twisted two of his middle finger as he cried in agony, the others looked frightened and fell on their knees except for Quail. I turned slowly and he was right there, the Alpha, the one I despise, like a savior, "what do you think you are doing!!!!", He yelled and they trembled in fear, "and you are you that dumb?, Why did you just watch when you should have taken action, I know what you are hiding in this head of yours,

Some had tattoos that pulsed faintly with magic. “Scan the room,” Jaxon whispered. Riley did, heart thudding. She recognized the signs now—movements too controlled, eyes too cold. Agents. At least four of them. Maybe more. She spotted the recruiter last. He sat in a glass booth near the back, surrounded by women and fog. His hair was white-blond, his skin too pale to be human, and his gaze lingered too long on each dancer who passed by. Jaxon tensed. “That’s him. Marcus Lorne.”

He looked like every warning Evelyn had ever given her and every answer she had never been allowed to ask. Tall, black haired, blue eyed, wounded and very still. Avery went utterly pale. The syringe shook once in her hand. Colton did not step forward. “My name is Colton Blake,” he said. His voice was low and calm. Avery’s throat moved. “I know what your name is.” “I won’t come closer.” “No, you won’t.” Moss growled from inside the truck. Colton’s gaze flicked to the dog, then back to Avery. “Are you hurt badly?”