Scott Howl Novels & Stories

“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?

Kylie thought inwardly as she ate. "Hmm. So good" Kylie said as she raised her left thumb up giving him a thumbs up. He nodded proudly. "Of course. I'm Scott Anderson,the great" He said proudly without blinking. "Uh...the great? As if! You're not Zeus or any other god" Kylie scoffed as she ate. "I might not be Zeus or a god but I'm a demi god" Scott said so seriously and convincing. Even Kylie was on the verge of believing he really is a demi god.

"Shown by appointment." John Wilson was the agent's name. "I wonder if he's related to Asshole Wilson? I asked myself. Asshole Wilson was a guy I went to high school with. His actual name was Walter. I have called him Asshole and a few thousand other less than flattering names since I found out it was him that ruined the last month of high school and banished me from California for seven years. Asshole had wanted to take Crystal MacGreggor to the prom. He wanted her for his girlfriend. Problem was she was dating me and had agreed to go to the prom with me.

Jack Scott was bloody psychotic, and anyone who says otherwise is a liar. Hael would have insisted on going in the ambulance if Mr. Scott's pickup hadn't pulled into the car park, and Shaetan himself bore down on all of us, reminding me of my old pit bull when one of the dogs down the street got their monthly. It was in the eyes. If you know, you know.

The motion centers me, reminds me of who I need to be when I ascend those stairs, when I lock this basement and this night behind me. Mara Wolfe, attorney at law. Not creature, not predator, not moon-slave. Just Mara. I stuff the phone into my pocket without replying to any messages. Those conversations—particularly the one with Lucas—require more strength than I currently possess, more certainty than I can pretend to have while the scent of wet fur still clings to my skin. First, I need to erase the evidence. Then I can become human again.

My ghosts. And something else. Waiting. I padded through the half-fallen archway, growling low in my throat as I heard the soft scrape of claws on stone. Shadows peeled away from the far wall, revealing a wolf not quite whole. His fur was the color of rust, his eyes twin pits of ink. My uncle. Malric Blackmoor. “Silas,” he said, voice smooth as river silt. “You’ve bonded.” I shifted back, teeth clenched. “I didn’t come for congratulations.”

The dim light slashes through the darkness, revealing the face of the hunter before me. “Scott?” My heart drops to my stomach. Before leaving the village, I promised him that I would not allow the wolves to hurt my people, but here he is now, tied to a torture chair with thick iron chains. He is wounded. He is bleeding. Scott is like my brother, too. He was Hale’s best friend but we have been each other's support through the most difficult years of our lives. Though his mouth is shut with tape, he widens his eyes as soon as they meet mine. Tears stream down my face.

He was only here to toy with some woman, but he got his head cracked open instead! Drogo, who was still on the ground, smiled darkly. “Brother Theo, don’t blame me for not reminding you that Mr. Scott is not someone you can offend. Even if you’re very influential within Riverdale, Mr. Scott is from Golden City. Before him, you’re nothing!” Mr. Scott? From Golden City? Theo frowned slightly. His foot pressed down harder as he glanced at the man standing above the stairs.