Walker Scobell Ao3 Novels & Stories

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.

Jayden asked, his voice low and controlled, though anger simmered just beneath the surface. I finally stepped out of Caleb’s arms and turned to him calmly. “Nothing,” I said. His eyes narrowed. “Who is this?” “Oh, my bad, I should have introduced you two” I said lightly, pretending innocence. “He’s Caleb. My friend. The one who’s going to perform the autopsy.” Jayden’s jaw tightened. “Is he also a werewolf? And from which pack?” I met his gaze steadily. “He’s not a werewolf. He’s a Scubbus.”

the scout reveals, "Often, and usually around the time Skye works there." I grip the edge of my desk, fighting back the surge of rage. How dare he? Skye is my daughter, she is my responsibility, not his. But even as I seethe in silent fury, I can't deny the cold knot of dread that is settling in my stomach. Jayleen Silver is a Lycan, more powerful than an ordinary werewolf. And if he is truly Skye's mate... it complicates things. "Keep an eye on them," I order, my voice turning icy. "And report back to me with every detail."

Neo’s POV Sitting at my desk, my mind is consumed by the image of Skyler, completely engulfed in those Scarabs she fondly referred to. It's astonishing how she fearlessly caressed them, treating them as harmless creatures, before they obediently scurried away from her and disappeared into the earth. It's as if they hold no threat, no potential for danger or death. This scene continues to play in my mind, leaving me both fascinated and perplexed by Skyler's unwavering trust in these seemingly treacherous insects.

The hacker was a beautiful woman, and he hadn’t had the time to go out and find himself someone to take pleasure from since they had picked up the vampire prince. Kolby takes one more look over at the vampire and then walks over to where Skylar is chained defenceless to the wall. He smirks to himself as he then runs his hands over her body, waking her fully. The feel of her skin under his hands had him forgetting where he was and who was at his back.

Xithara's POV The sharp kick to my side caused a gasp to escape my mouth as blood spilled out of my mouth in violent coughs. The whip to my back reawakened my already dulling senses. "Please……please just let me speak to the Alpha one last time, I'm begging you please." I pleaded weakly, somehow gathering enough strength to say the words as I laid limp on the cold and dirty floor of the dungeon, bleeding profusely. A kick to the side of my head snapped my neck sideways, causing another wave of pain to hit me, one that made me scream out even though I had no strength left.

she huffed before chuckling softly, straightening her hat. "Don't be! I am glad I was here to assist. Your dog just ran off though… I am hoping we can catch up to him," Gabriel added hastily trying to distract himself from her overpowering mate scent. The pull of your mate's scent is like the call of the wild to a shifter. Gabriel was dismissing his call, and nature did not approve.

Rebecca realised not even now, even if she could do with a drink of blood she didn't want him. "What?" Villa asked. "I, don't, want anything to do with him, I want Danté..." Why now? She couldn't deny the fact that she wanted him most of all, no! She wanted just him and no one else. "You sure?" Skyler asked. "I am, I don't want just anyone anymore" Skyler frowned and touched her chin with the pen. "What?" Rebecca asked. "This might just be a hunch, but that's werewolf behavior"

Making me scream in pure agony. It doesn't stop. It continues to claw me from the other side. Drawing a cross on my chest with his claws. And slowly. I feel my own blood pooling near my feet. My consciousness drifting. I was numb. I could feel his hot breath on my thigh. Where he kissed last night . To only feel my skin tear next. He has rooted his canines into them and pulled out of my skin. Scarring it red. Like a canvass. " Zan...Zander..."

Toby continued to rock the porch swing gently back and forth. Encounters with Asil usually started with a power play of some sort. After a few minutes, Asil walked past the porch swing to the railing that enclosed the porch. He hopped on it, one bare foot flat on the rail, leg bent. The other fell carelessly off to the side. He wore jeans and nothing else, and his wet hair, where it wasn’t touching his skin, began to frost in the cold, matching the silver marks that decorated his back; Asil was one of the few werewolves Toby had seen who bore scars. The marks sliced into the back of his ribs where some other werewolf had Dadmaged him—almost exactly, Toby realized, where his own wounds were.