Scott Howl Novels & Stories

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.

Cohen went to pick it and answered the call. “Scotty?” Cohen said as he recognized the number. The blind boy that he met during his nine months of travel from one city to another had been calling him in the same number. Cohen spent an hour or two talking to Scotty over the phone and offered to bring him to the pack. Scotty might be human, but he knew many things, including the ones involving the supernatural species. Scotty kept refusing it, saying he didn’t want to burden Cohen more. Cohen told Mira about Scotty, but she never talked to him.

“She’s an intern too, and a werewolf. She’s been getting on my last nerve, and if we weren’t in an office with the mixed company, I’d have ripped her throat out.” “Gotcha.” Logan nodded as he looked past me. “Welcome back Delilah. Scott, why do you look pale? If you’re sick, you can go to the doctor and stay far the hell away from my pups.” He narrowed his eyes at Scott, turning enough to keep Rose away. I looked over my shoulder and smiled at my sister. I know precisely why Scott looked pale. He’s terrified we’ve already ratted him out because I know who Jonathan is.

Eyes glowing a bruised gold. Claws scrape sparks from the bitumen as it screams in two voices—one shrill, one buried in gravel. “Faith, get to the car!” Scott barks. Faith sprints for the 1980’s back to the Future tribute Hilux. The creature pivots midair, tracking motion with the simple intelligence of a hunting thing—smart enough to pick a target, dumb enough to do it in front of him. “Ah!” it hissed. Scott’s boots slide on the wet road as he hauls open the tray and closes his hand around the old aluminium bat. No tricks. No symbols. Just leverage and timing.

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?"

“But at least… it’s over?” “For now,” Tyler said. “Rest, Scott. You’re safe.” Scott’s eyes drifted between Kate and Tyler, the relief of surviving fading as memory sharpened in painful clarity. His hand clenched weakly against the sheet, knuckles pale. “There’s something you need to know,” he said, voice hoarse but urgent. “When it had me… it wasn’t just feeding on us. It was looking for something.” Kate’s stomach tightened. “What?” Scott’s gaze locked on her like he wished he didn’t have to say it. “A vessel. It kept whispering about a vessel strong enough to hold it. Something it could live inside… permanently.”

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.

She thought she was the only keeping a secret from her children including Scott but she didn't know that Scott was also hiding something from her. “ I don't know if Scott would want to tell you guys about his true identity but you should all know that Scott isn't an ordinary person ” Chris said and Clara as well as Jessica and Jojo became confused apart from Maya. “ What do mean Scott isn't an ordinary person ? ” Clara asked. “ Well, Scott took after his father's wealth just like I did when dad died. Scott is the CEO of Harris corporation industries ” Chris dropped the bombshell and Clara, Jessica and Jojo eyes got wide like saucers when they heard what Chris just said.

"I wanted to help the cops find Zara. You believe it or not but I admired Mrs MacIntyre. I've seen this man dressed in a hooded black coat walking with Zara here in this township. I thought that if I dressed like him and wandered around the crime scenes and places she summoned Hunter at, the factory for example, she might mistake me for him and come to me, and then I'll catch her and turn her in. It's stupid but it did seem like a good plan to me.... So you see, I bought the exact same long hooded black coat and a mask." "That day Zara called Hunter to come to the factory, I heard about it from Shawn since his brother was there. I still wished to help catch Zara so I followed your troop stea