Who Bit Scott Novels & Stories

he moved his King carelessly hoping to get eaten and end the game. Alpha Red brought out a poster, handing it over to Scott, “Here. And aha, I killed your King” he roared in victory. Scott looked at the poster intently. Was it an invite to some party? He had always dodged such for long. The poster had a face he couldn’t quite fathom and it wasn’t an invitation. “This kinds looks like Margaret?” he looked at the Alpha, happily gulping down alcohol. Scott winced his face, feeling bad for the man.

What is Scott's real name? Caroline said, "Understood. I'll try to get his DNA in the next two days."

Scott implied "he's more than a threat to us, he serves as a hero to the humans but to us within the hidden world, he's like an...anti hero." "You want us to kill him?" Another man asked. "No! I want you to bring him to me, not dead, but alive." Scott warned "I need some informations to inquire from him." "Gotten!" They answered simultaneously nodding affirmatively. Scoff sank his tobacco stick back in between his lips, he tried to inhale but realized the cigarette has lost it blaze. He brought out a lighter from his chest pocket, lit his cigarette and in seconds, he was clouded in smoke.

—And did he say who he was? Silvério hits the table weakly, but frustrated. — That's the damn problem, Kaanadan said that Scott was scared since there were so many against him... He didn't say anything. Kaanadan tried to finish off some cars but they were more prepared than us, so they managed to attack both of them. — Okay, but what about Scott? Because Kaanadan already managed to get out of the car when he was attacked. He swallows hard and looks me in the eyes. — Scott didn't get out, he was thrown, Celeste... the car overturned and the impact was very strong... Scott went into a coma.

I asked, raising my brows. Elliot was incredibly strong, and I doubted someone like Scott could defeat him, even if Elliot didn’t have a backup. Scott laughed, sending a chill down my spine. “I have a secret weapon that’ll get rid of him quickly,” Scott murmured. “All it’ll take is a scratch.” My heart fell deep into my stomach; was he talking about the same dagger that I came here to find? “Does that upset you?” He asked, putting his hands on the table. “Are you capable of truly helping me, Silver? Or are you playing games?”

Noah asked. “We slept together a few times and nothing more,” Scott said matter-of-factly. “I suppose I could have put on a sad face when she died in the same car accident that would have killed Adam, but it would have been a mask. I hate her just as much as you do, believe it or not.” Noah let out a laugh, but the sound was one of disbelief and horror, not humor. “So you planned on double-crossing her just as much as you’ve double-crossed me.” He shook his head wryly. “Are you loyal to anyone, Scott?”

she commanded in slurred words. Scott looked at her for a few seconds, hesitating about what to do, then finally obliged her. He went to bed and lay down beside her, draping the blanket over their bodies. "Sleep well, Bri!" Briana snuggled closer to his body, resting her head on his chest and wrapping her arms around his waist in a sweet embrace. "I love you," she said softly, closing her eyes to sleep. Scott died.

“And you, hope you brought good tidings?” “I’m… I’m sorry, sir,” he stammered, eyes darting between me and Scott. “The vampires… they’re killed. We can’t find the cure yet.” Scott did not move at once. He stood still, shoulders relaxed, his stare fixed on the trembling messenger. I watched his jaw tighten, the faintest tick breaking through his calm mask. “You came into my presence,” Scott said finally, his tone low but hard, “with nothing but excuses. Do you mistake me for a man who tolerates failure?”

I follow his gaze, wondering who is stupid enough to pick a fight with him. And there he is. “Hey, Grimm!” A bald mountain of muscle with tattoos crawling up his neck and skull sticks his head through our tent flap. “Keep your little spies out of our space.” Graham Scott. Enervoltz rider. Professional asshole. “We caught him snooping,” he adds, lips curling. Scott has hated me since … forever. But more since last season. Since the accident. Since his teammate and best friend died. He blames me. “Since Reaper is clearly the better team,” I call back lightly, stepping forward, “why would we need to spy on you, Scott?”