Scott Tracy Thunderbirds Novels & Stories

Scott and Travis had done a lot of things together and they vowed to kill Burke and bring back Travis's Children to the pack. " You know who did this to Travis,” I said, faking anger. I was not happy about the fact that Travis died, but that doesn't mean I care about his well-being; he is just another useful asset to me. Seeing how much Scott cared about him, I might use it as an advantage, so that revenge can flow strongly in Scott's blood. “Yes, I do, Boss," he said, with his eyes red, his hand formed a fist, and Scott would pounce on any prey he saw around; his fingernails were already getting long; that was the kind of anger I wanted to see.

Any pain would be worth it to have his mate with him the rest of his life. The moon was in sight and was affecting Tracy already. She couldn't explain why she felt the way she did. She'd always been shy, and after several months with Gary's pack, she was downright petrified of males. While earlier she had been frightened of her own shadow, her only thoughts now were on the male next to her.

This must have been what had been happening to her. Scott finally lifted his head and looked up to Tracia, “Your turn now!” he smiled, slid off the bed, and started to remove his clothing. Tracia watched gingerly, never having seen a fully grown man naked, and when completely nude, he turned to her and moved alongside her face. Tracia viewed the large organ; well, to her, it gave the impression of being massive. “Take it into your mouth, you’ll love it!” he implied.

Once Trent walked through those gates, there was no turning back. Trent waved as he drove by. And he didn't leave alone. His two best friends, Marc and Darren, came with him, refusing to be left behind, stating, "Like hell are we letting you have all the fun and scars," because, as Marc added, "Chicks dig scars." Of course, their kind didn't scar easily, with silver and the mating bite about the only things that could permanently mark them, but that didn't dissuade his best buds. God, he loved the stupid bastards. In many respects, they were closer to him than his own brother.

The more I read through them, the more my stomach churned inside out! It was a little after noon when Trinity arrived with Mr. Scott at the mansion. As soon as her eyes fell on me, she ran to me and pulled me in a bone crushing hug. It was right then when I realized i needed someone to lean on, and that someone couldn't be Tiger or Lil Panther because this was all my fault. They had their own emotions to work on! Trinity rocked me like a good sister she was until I was finally calm. After crying my eyes to a splitting headache, we sat down and made a thorough plan of how we were going to take care of Lloyd and the damage he has created.

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 am sorry." Tracy paused, clearly not expecting an apology from a pack leader. She let out a shaky breath, her shoulders slumping slightly. "I just need ten minutes to secure the proxy server. Then we can—" She didn't finish the sentence. A violent, wet cough tore its way out of her throat. She stumbled forward, grabbing the edge of the table to keep from collapsing. The Lunar Decay was feeding on her adrenaline. "Ten minutes is too long." I didn't ask this time. Stepping forward, I hooked my left arm behind her knees and my right arm across her back. I scooped her up entirely, lifting her off the floor in a smooth, fluid motion. She weighed almost nothing. The sickness was eating her aliv

Every detail played out vividly until the moment he donned the parachute and leaped out. Observing Evan's pained expression, Scott remarked, "Does it jog your memory? Do you still believe I can't touch you? Even in your heyday in Angelbay, I could end you." Enduring the headache, Evan fixed his bloodshot gaze on Scott. "Your past deeds don't scare me." "Jordan, you've misunderstood." Scott's smile retained its charm, but malevolence lingered beneath. "I simply want you to grasp my superiority. Strike a deal, and I might spare you further pursuit."

The first words out of my mouth when I opened my eyes were, "Thank you." The moment he saw I was awake, he perked right up. "You're awake! Nicky has been waiting for you to see her off on her final journey." My tears burst forth again, my soul resonating with grief. "Nicky's death felt like a light rain at first. But every time I think of her, a storm tears through my world. Where's Scott and Tricia?" I asked. "Scott jumped into the pit that same day and broke one of his legs, but it allowed him to recover Nicky's severed arm. After that, I locked him in his room.

Thunderstrike takes a slow sip of coffee. Thunderstrike: “New class record: nine minutes, fifty-seven seconds. Previous record was twenty-three minutes by a pantheon of war gods who no longer exist.” He salutes us with the coffee mug. Thunderstrike: “Lesson one: Myths are just stories that forgot they can be edited. You six just red-penciled the entire library.” The obsidian floor beneath us etches six new names in glowing violet: BLACKBIRD · COYOTE · SUN · THUNDER · FOX · SCHOLAR