Scutter Novels & Stories

This big, burly, viking god of a biker blushes. “Oh, when I saw you, when you were brought in. Your knuckles were scraped and bleeding. I knew you hit back. Hence the name Scrapper. But if you don’t like it, I can …” “Oh no, no, Scrapper is fine. Kind of like a cool nickname.” I say with a giggle. I fucking giggled. What is wrong with me? I never giggle. This man is making me turn into a sap.

He was a mess. Scoot put his blades away in another space. He looked down at Chase coldly and said, "You lost." Chase had just managed to catch his breath when he heard Scoot's words and coughed up blood. He glared viciously at Scoot, cursing, "Bastard! Kill me if you dare!" His fingers were trembling, but his rage made him look savage. "I won't kill you," Scoot said calmly as he raised his leg to kick Chase. "But I can snap all the veins on your body and cut off your tongue. I'll dig your eyes out and chop off all four of your limbs—"

Then my wolf came to an abrupt stop and spoke for the first time. "Push him away. . ." My wolf growled and it resonated in my head. It was at that moment that a strange scent which I could not identify right away hit me. But it was already too late. I felt Esgard's needle pierce into my skin and begin to pull blood. But I refused to let him win. Like my wolf had ordered, I used all the strength I had left in me to push him away. Esgard went to land unto his table of tools and most of the contents went crashing down.

Scott muttered and sat inside his own car, and left. Tbc... Check MY I* @chantinglove138 for the visuals of the bracelet!

Scott thought. T.B.C

To know that, you had to be one of them. And Aaron had known. It made his supply connections make sense, his survival skills, the way he used a weapon. But the rest? Scorchers stuck together in packs of at least five and never hunted on their own. True, Dave and Stuart had been with him, but - Dave! Was poor sweet Dave a Scorcher too? I smacked my forehead with the palm of my hand. That wasn't my only problem. Aaron knew about Lillith and he would've told the others everything by now. Scorchers didn't keep secrets from each other, they were one mind amidst hundreds of bodies.

I step to the right, to the left and backwards as if I’m dancing as I dodge the lasers and the few I couldn’t dodge, I use my Death Scythe to deflect it “How long are you going to keep that up?” “As long as it takes to wear you the fuck out” She drops down in front of me with speed and shoots a large laser beam at me. I use my scythe to shield myself from the laser. The impact slowly push me back as she keeps increasing the strength of the laser trying to burn through my scythe

The wound puckered, like a smile . that same damned smile . . . while underneath just a hint of bone gleamed white. In Scott’s other hand, blood-smeared scissors dangled from slack fingers. A soft fuzziness closed over him. Jesse kneeled there, breathing in the tangy, metallic scent of Scott’s blood, listening to flies buzz until his parents came home. ***

『.*+ •ᴄʜᴀᴘ. ᴛʜɪʀᴛʏ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ+ •*.』 THE RED AURA AROUND SCARLETT'S SKIN LESSENED INTO A FAINT STRAWBERRY GLOW.

Dad on my defense but I'm so stunned by Emily's accusations. Chapter two please don't forget to vote and comment and if possible share with your friends