Scott Tracy Thunderbirds Novels & Stories

He scrambled away, terrified. The bully turned, eyebrows raised. “Who the hell do you think you are?” Scott dusted his hands off lazily. “Seems like must be new here, I’ll introduce myself. Scott Thane. Student Council Enforcement. Shadow hunter. School menace. The usual.” “He is none of those things.” I whispered. A grin tugged at Lyra’s lips. “He forgot ‘certified idiot.’” Scott ignored her. The bully laughed. “Ohhh. The infamous Thane. Hero of the Elven Kingdom. The boy who supposedly saved everyone.”

I screamed at a group of men. "Fuck. Tracy . Are you mad?" They turned towards us with their guns. He was forced to put me down. "You should've ran while you had the chance Ethan."I reminded before lifting my hands up in surrender. "I'll save talk the stress of tearing down this place, killing all these people. I'm the one you're after. My name is Tracy Scott . I'm about to bring a lot of honor to every last one of you. I know what your boss wants, I know how to give it to him, and I'm more than willing to surrender peacefully.”

“Impressive little bro. but it’ll take more than that to stop me.” Sardonyx conjured a cavern of spikes on the ceiling to maim Scott. But here brother zoomed toward the tribrid , dodging each spike that came his way “Intenerate per arcus fulgur.” Sardonyx chanted firing multirole colored streams of lighting at Scott. But Scott maneuvered each bolt before plunging his body to slash at Sardonyx. Sardonyx leaned away from Scott, kicking him in his stomach before slamming her fist down. Scott caught his hearings and dropped kicked his sister. For the stones until he dodged his sister who released another sonic scream.

Everyone had their good days, as long as she wasn’t biting anyone while in her cuckoo mood, she’s fine. Han looked at Scott suspiciously. Did he have something to do with Lydia’s head? Why was he promising she’d get better? “That said, Evelyn. Jackson would come next week to gift you some ointment for your leg” Scott announced. “Awww, that’s nice. I hope he’s not helping cos I am his mate? I still don’t know what he means” she grumbled. “It means you’re his…” Scott nudged Han to keep quiet and gave a fake smile, “He's a really nice person. And is Beta to Blue Moon Pack. Don’t worry”.

Sanford explained the current situation in a concise and comprehensive way on the phone, and his words knocked me down like a rogue wave. The signs of the invasion of rogues appeared in the Stone Pack. Tracy was suspected to be a spy and involved in a homicide case. To make matters worse, Tracy seemed to be drugged and suddenly went into heat. The doctor said that her current mental state was very unstable and she needed her mate to mark her and help her stabilize her mind. Otherwise, even if she could survive, she would be a raving lunatic.

“What’s the connection?” “Aella and Scott are both Zoriana’s best friends, and they both like to rail males. If you could see past your own nose, you’d know that Scott has never pursued a single she-wolf in his life. He was always intrested in males. Even his mate… Braydon, I think… is a man.” Ryder froze. The glass felt like ice in his hand. Scott and Braydon—his former Gamma and his head warrior—were a couple, and he’d had no idea. He looked at his father in disbelief, but he knew Ryan wouldn’t lie about this.

His gaze is soft, and his eyes are kind as they roam my face while his thumbs brush away the tears from my cheeks. “Harley, baby girl, what’s the matter?” His tone is smooth like butter and soft like cotton, washing a sense of comfort over me as he speaks. “It’s nothing, Trigger. Don’t worry about it.” I assure him, desperately hoping he buys into the whole facade I’m trying to convey. "I'm Scotty. Trigger is what the streets call me, but you can call me Scotty, baby girl." It's Scotty, huh? I can see that.”

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.

Back when I first took a bullet for this man overseas, he had cried just like this, begging me not to lose consciousness. Did Scott love me? Of course he did. We grew up together, and were lasting fixtures in each others' lives. I still remember a thunderstorm that happened when we were little the scared me so badly that I leapt into his arms, and from that moment on, he knew that thunder was what I feared the most. "Aw, what a scaredy cat! Don't worry, I'll protect you!" From then on, he'd always come and keep me company whenever a thunderstorm rolled in, keeping me safe.

Tracy suddenly flash back to Raven. T.B.C