Scott Howl Novels & Stories

I scrambled backward on my hands, dragging myself away, my body trembling. The man shut his eyes briefly, nostrils flaring in rage. When he opened them again, his eyes glowed a sickly yellow. My own eyes widened in horror. I froze, my voice shaking. "W...what are you? Get away from me." He only growled, crouching low, ready to launch at me again—when suddenly, a roar thundered through the forest. It was so loud, so primal, that the earth itself seemed to tremble beneath me.

I follow his gaze, wondering who is stupid enough to pick a fight with him. And there he is. “Hey, Grimm!” A bald mountain of muscle with tattoos crawling up his neck and skull sticks his head through our tent flap. “Keep your little spies out of our space.” Graham Scott. Enervoltz rider. Professional asshole. “We caught him snooping,” he adds, lips curling. Scott has hated me since … forever. But more since last season. Since the accident. Since his teammate and best friend died. He blames me. “Since Reaper is clearly the better team,” I call back lightly, stepping forward, “why would we need to spy on you, Scott?”

I shook Scott until he opened his eyes. "Argh damn! She punched me by surprise! She gave me a hard punch without a warning. That little girl is a bitch!" Scott shouted pointing at Ian. “She’s not a woman, he’s Ian Mercado of the Reds he’s protected by the Rubicunds and Rogues,” Colton said. "Really but she's beautiful, she looks like a woman, she's a man. Then I'll give her a taste." Scott said and stood up. I sat down for a bit and just listened to them.

“There is more.” “You have got to be kidding me. What else happened last night?” Aaron asked with great interest. Cullen’s demeanor changed. A slight smile touched his lips. “Anthony found his mates. Yes, that was mates with an S. Beta Willow Brooks from Marcus’s pack, and a visiting wolf, Fox MacGregor from Edinburgh, met last night at a club in Virginia and we now have a second triquetra.” Cullen seemed amused. “I'm happy for my friend, but two triquetra’s in the same location make me worried.”

"Kenny and his boys are pinned down due to gunfire." "Well if it's a fight they want," said Rooster all in for a battle after harboring such aggression. The Howler M.C. had been long-standing enemies of The Canyon Creek Coyote M.C. and as their mutual club names would imply, they were downright mortal enemies. Howler M.C. however had been the only shapeshifting faction thus far, but they had hated The Canyon Creek Coyotes just the same. It was Howler M.C.'s tradition to refer to the so-called badasses of the canyon as "Zygotes".

,he ordered. "Oh my goodness stop being all caveman Bash , I rubbed my temples, lets get this shit done I got cases to finish tomorrow",he pulled me inside and all partying stopped. "So I want to introduce my mate!,Sebastian said his voice booming and many gasped loud, moon goddess paired us up and I believe is bringing mates back. This little lady is Ava Lily Montgomery my mate. Welcome to Howl doll",he yanked me to him and kissed me hard. I had no time to react or push him away as his lips slanted to mine and his tongue entered my mouth.

He went the back and watched them remove everything, leaving him alone once more. Wild followed Elaine out to watch the sunset. "Sorry you didn't get to leave too, Scott." Wild flicked his yellow gaze to Elaine. "Wild." He reminded her. Scott was dead. "You're really not..?" He looked away. "No, I ain't..." He wanted to, but at the same time... He wasn't human. Not anymore. He wasn't an animal either, but he wasn't human. "Sorry, I really thought he was your brother." He shook his head. "I don't have parents, and I don't have siblings. All I have is the hybrids that were left at the W Series." Elaine looked at Wild this time, trying to read him. "I feared this was how it was gonna go..." He

If Jamie wanted to hide something, whatever surfaced would be exactly what he wanted others to see. … Shayla's death anniversary was approaching. Every year, Scott would fly to Amstern City in advance to lay a bouquet of flowers for her. No matter how much he resented her for abandoning him and his brothers, she was still his mother. This day, after placing the flowers, Scott was about to leave when a frail, elderly voice called from behind. "You… Are you Scott?" Scott turned and saw an elderly woman, uncertainly staring at him. He didn't recognize her and frowned. "Who are you?" The woman appeared to be nearly seventy, her hair streaked with white, her face lined with wrinkles.

he said hoarsely. She nodded, tears burning. “I did.” His jaw clenched. “It’s accelerating.” Before she could ask what that meant, Lennox appeared in the doorway, uninjured but furious, eyes still glowing. Dante followed last, calm but lethal, a smear of blood across his knuckles. “Rogue’s dead,” Lennox said flatly. “But others will come.” Dante’s gaze snapped to Ari. “You’re bleeding.” She looked down. A thin line of blood had appeared on her palm where her nails had bitten into skin. But that wasn’t what scared her.

Scott implied "he's more than a threat to us, he serves as a hero to the humans but to us within the hidden world, he's like an...anti hero." "You want us to kill him?" Another man asked. "No! I want you to bring him to me, not dead, but alive." Scott warned "I need some informations to inquire from him." "Gotten!" They answered simultaneously nodding affirmatively. Scoff sank his tobacco stick back in between his lips, he tried to inhale but realized the cigarette has lost it blaze. He brought out a lighter from his chest pocket, lit his cigarette and in seconds, he was clouded in smoke.