Scrat Novels & Stories

At that moment, Tristan's friend, Jordan Fletcher, hesitated before saying, "Tristan, I heard Esther's with the heir of the Russell family in Straburgh." Straburgh… The Russell family… What was that guy's name again? Tristan slowly raised his head. "Are you talking about Leon Russell?" Jordan nodded eagerly. "Yeah, him. I heard Leon's never been into women before. His father was so worried, thinking he had other preferences. But now, Leon's gone completely head over heels in love. "My friend works at Russell Group, and he showed me a photo. It really is Esther." Jordan thought Tristan wouldn't believe him, so he pulled out his phone to show the picture.

“Who presents this newest member to the pack?” Richard asked as he stood on the dais. The pack members were all seated at the tables and I stood next to Kiran. “I, Kiran Sinclair, Alpha of the Southern Alaskan Pack,” he answered. “Present your member to the pack,” Richard said to him. “I present Levi Montgomery Sinclair, son of Georgina Sinclair, taken at the age of two and raised human and unaware, born of the Southern Alaskan pack under Female Alpha Georgina Sinclair,” Kiran said.

Never mind the stories- no wonder everyone avoided this place. Something moved at the edge of the clearing as she brushed himself off and Scar froze. It was a patchy, long-legged spring hare that didn’t seem to have noticed him just yet, and with luck, it wouldn’t ever. She reached for an arrow as it sat placidly munching on a tuft of new grass. The second her fingertip touched his quiver the hare bolted for its burrow. Scar cursed, took a half step toward where it had been, and then stopped. There was no point, and the animal was well shot of him by now.

Rex said, pointing to side notes of possible creatures to match the wounds, “What is a praxsis?” “A creature of the jungles of Bhutan, rare, powerful, stalks on four legs and possesses a jaw that can crush through light and medium armour,” Marcia said, her gaze off to the distance as she remembered all he knew about it, “But doubtful, our climate would not support it for long. Its sheer size would be seen by someone, and it doesn’t say anything about any body parts missing. They hunt for food, not for sport.”

“Next time you talk, this silver bullet will land on your feet.” Crane stared at Scott for a long time, making sure he kept his mouth shut, before turning back to Ciara. “Here’s the thing,” he said. “I hate to admit it, but I’m having a little problem with my discovery serum. A serum capable of turning ordinary humans into werewolves.” Scott’s eyes widened in horror at this. Even though he already knew what Crane’s purpose was in locking up Ciara, he still shuddered when he heard it in person.

'Now, follow my voice, step by step,' Ulva instructed. Closing her eyes, Scarlett tried to discern the direction of the voice. Slowly, she moved toward it. 'You are doing good, Scar... Keep following,' Ulva encouraged. Her voice became progressively closer and clearer. Suddenly, a ray of light appeared. 'Follow the light, Scarlett,' Ulva urged, her tone now unmistakable. Scarlett followed the light, and soon, she encountered a magnificent creature with shining white fur and lavender eyes. This wolf surpassed even Alpha wolves in size. The creature wore a silver crown atop its head, enhancing its ethereal beauty. Scarlett couldn't tear her eyes away from the majestic sight.

Sasha blurted out. Aki shrugged. “Brown Slayers have full body tattoos, right? Well, it turns out Budo’s tattoos are non-tribal and resemble those of gangsters.” “What’s his spirit animal?” Sasha asked. “A hissing cockroach,” Aki replied. All three Slayers looked at each other and then burst out laughing.

Within seconds of my command, it roars at me in a great flood of pain while another distinct scream joins mine briefly before quieting again. Screaming into the clear night sky, I can make out the large white moon above as it shines, my elongating shrieks slowly turning into barks of pain. Looking down, my hands slowly reshape into white paws that ombre into a fiery red. My arms lengthen into long legs covered in red fur; they tremble slightly from exhaustion as Scarlett extends to our full size.

Come on, who is next? Keith wipes away a tear when he sees a homeless dog carrying a box in his mouth, begging for change for his master. Kit makes "pappy eyes" *, persuading Lou and Tom to buy her ... a crocodile on a farm in Louisiana. You see, she finds them "terribly cute." Probably, this was the only time when Louis answered her request - no. What prevented her from buying this crocodile herself - God knows ...

For an unknown reason, Natasha found herself visiting that place more than once in a week, just to let out the day's weight and gaze upon the twenty-foot statue of the Blue Streak which captured him in a sprinting position and the large lightning bolt emblem plastered to his chest being the only thing that had color as a blue glowing lamp enclosed in a glass case was attached on top of it, highlighting the emblem. The rest of the sculpture was a solid dark grey with one of his feet, the right one, erected onto a pedestal while the left one was raised and bending almost forty-five degrees to give the perfect running position. TO WHOEVER SEEKS TRUE STRENGTH & BRAVERY "A little off-putt