Walker Scobell Ao3 Novels & Stories

Ohh well, it was less expensive to get a new covering than to get a new camera lens. "Hello." She heard someone say and then a pair of feet come to stop in front of her. She looked up from the extremely polished shoes, up the well ironed three piece suit, to the person's face and she was greeted by the kindest eyes she'd ever seen, her eyes widening in awe. Slowly she got up. He smiled and stretched his hand for a handshake. "Strangely I feel like we've met before. Megan Walker right?" He watched her eyes, he could tell that she was shocked to the bone because she stood firm and couldn't move her hands to meet his. He put his hand back into his pocket.

I don't f**king care anyway Writer's: pov Skylar could be seen sited on the edge of bed beside paisley who was wheezing in pain? They haven't done anything about her wound, they try to bribe one of the wolves but they won't agree to help them. There's no way they're risking their lives by taking her to hospital? Because they need her blood for a sample and once they find out her blood gene is different? They'll be after them so that was why the queen was afraid of sending her there.

Caleb didn't want to see me and went straight upstairs. Then, out of nowhere, Sadie came over with a bottle of liquid. "Her lips are all cracked. She needs to drink something!" With that, she twisted the cap off and barked orders for someone to pour the liquid into my mouth without mercy. The sharp taste burned my throat. I choked, tears streaming down my face, but she kept forcing me to drink until every drop was gone. Meanwhile, Walter's assistant, Avery Jones, had been waiting outside for a long time.

When I look down, I see black paws instead of feet. Skye walks over to Adam, growling. He tries to back up, but she keeps going. When he looks like he's ready to run, she bites his ankle and pulls him to the ground. Adam screams as Skye jumps on him. She rips his penis off with her teeth and tosses it aside.

With a wide smile on my face, I pushed the door open—but what I thought would be the happiest day of my life instantly turned into my personal hell. What I saw didn't just break my heart; it incinerated my soul. Spread across one of the front-row desks was Karla. His best friend, the only person on the entire campus who knew we were boyfriends, the one who had helped us hide. Her skirt was bunched up at her waist, and her legs were locked firmly around Rusty’s hips. He was devouring her with a carnal urgency he had never dared to show me. "Fuck, baby… just as tight as always!" Rusty groaned, hammering into her like a demon.

Lucinda acknowledged my wolf with a slight nod. “Hello mother,” Skye bowed her muzzle. “You’re troubled,” Lucinda noted. “I am. I can’t reach my mate because my vessel has been overtaken by a daemon that makes up a third of the vessel I am in. This is Angelina, my human,” Skye introduced. It was strange hearing their voices since their mouths don’t actually move. “Hello Angelina,” Lucinda greeted. “Hello,” I smiled. “Skye, you do know that it is dangerous for her to be here right? She may not make it out,” Lucinda pointed out.

Nadia yelled, shoving the knife at her. “What about—“ “Now!” Nadia growled at her. Cheyenne jolted and went straight to the room, shutting the door behind her and sliding down the door as the panic and all flooded her mind. Skylar kills. Oliver found her. Skylar’s a wolf. A female wolf is fighting Oliver. Oliver was here. Oliver killed Theresa. Theresa is dead. The cops are involved. The cops think she did it. Skylar wants to turn her. Skylar wants to mate her. She trusted Skylar. Oliver’s going to kidnap her again. Skylar’s going to kill her.

He lifted his head and scowled, "You are a werewolf, an omega!!!" Skyla was downright scared and her wriggling intensified. She felt that either she was going to be violated or would become Owen's dinner. Werewolves and Lycans detested each other and this was clear from Owen's unnerved tone, "OMEGA! Who are you? What's your…" With that Owen released Skyla's hand to clear the hair that was sprawling all over her face to get a clear view of her face.

I turned around to look at every corner and it was gore, heads were flying around, and when I saw one of my warriors beaten bad but still conscious, I took a step forward to him, but he scrambled back, his eyes full of freight staring at me. Why is he scared of me? I spun my heels, and it came back to me again. Skye! I ran to her cell, and there were dead bodies all around her. I checked to see if she was okay and her pulse was still beating. I carried her princess style and ordered the others to follow. But as we were about to get out, figures appeared out of nowhere blocking our path. Something ticked inside of me seeing these bastards who hurt my mate. I wasn't afraid, all I wanted now wa

Scarlett’s eyes widened as she observed the sleek, luxurious car waiting outside the mansion. Stepping out, the realization hit her—she was still in her own pack, Night Walker. The place, nestled close to the Lycan Kingdom and rarely traversed by werewolves, felt strangely unfamiliar, sparking thoughts that perhaps she had been whisked away to another pack.