Scott Howl Novels & Stories

Bright moonlight spilled across the scarred land. It fell on the howling, shifting masses of zombies, on one struggling human refuge after another, and finally on the bloodthirsty eyes in front of Hayley, holding something back to the breaking point. "What's wrong with you?" Scott stared at Hayley. Feeling the blood at the corner of his mouth, he lowered his gaze and ran his thumb along his lips. In an instant, the blood smeared across his red mouth.

However, it was taken from a distance, so it was quite blurry. “That’s nothing, right?!” Scott texted back. “No way. Boss, how could you endure such humiliation? Did you watch too much Ninja Turtles? Okay then, I’ll go take some more shocking photos!” Scott clenched his fists hard, his expression twisted. He didn’t look anywhere near his usual arrogant and calm self. His eyes were fixated on Michelle and Alex in the photo as he said in a cold tone, “Both of you better be innocent, or else I’ll have the whole Yowell family buried along with you.”

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.

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.”

His eyes stayed on the note, and the air around him darkened with something I could not see but felt in my bones. Gideon watched him. “They are not trying to kill you yet.” Colton’s voice came out quiet. Empty. “No.” Gideon looked toward the windows, toward the forest and beyond them. “They are trying to make you come out angry.” The paper trembled. For one wild second, I thought it was my hand. Then I realized it was Colton’s. Just slightly. Just enough. I stepped closer before anyone could stop me. “Colton.” His eyes lifted to mine. The wolf was there. Not on my porch. Not wounded and trusting beneath my hands. This wolf was all fight at the edge of a dark wood.

“Kill you.” I can only sculpt. My hand squeezes the sheets under me. My lips and voice both trembled. “Then why am I still here?” Hugo pulled his body back, making me take a deep breath of relief. “That was before I knew who you were, Barbara,” he said slowly. “However, some time ago, I decided that having additional strength from a possessor of holy blood must have been interesting.” I want to know how to use my identity as a wolvire to beat up this man in front of me. Sadly, I still do not know.

It seemed the feud between the vampires and werewolves wasn't as simple as it appeared. "Alicia, Blake and I, would be investigating the crime scene, if it was so." He conditioned. "Same old routine." Alicia sighed. "Scarlet, you are in charge of getting Castiel to spill out whatever he knows on the case...you are the only one who can get through that lunatic." Ian appeared irritated. Scarlet cracked her knuckles,"It would be nice to speak to an old friend again." "This case is restricted to a small circle of investigation and can be proffered to other related individuals if needed."He warned.

they said with a little fear of their voice but again the clown head laughed. "Of all the werewolves here in howling Island he is the only one different, don't make the mistake of trying angry the werewolf who possessed those spiral crimson eyes because otherwise, even your soul will not survive" all of them stunned of what the clown head said. Maybe they know of what she pointing but still don't want to believe. I wonder who he really is? Why he's the only one who possessed those spiral crimson on his golden eyes? Why he is the most different?