Scott Howl Novelas e Histórias

Morgana's hounds were flesh warped by darkness and muscle bound up in sorcery as they rushed forward but their trajectory was purposeful and straight for us. "Holding the line!" I shouted, adjusting in mid-air. Fur exploded across my skin, bones breaking, reshaping. My paws hit the earth with claws gouging deep into soil with the taste of blood filled my mouth before I’d even registered my first kill and the hound squealed, shadows leaking from its body as my jaws crushed its throat. At my side, Lucian was a whirlwind of darkness, his wolf form shrouded in writhing shadow, tearing beasts apart with elegance that made them howl like they were being unraveled.

He simply stepped back to the perimeter of the pit, crossing his arms over his broad chest, his piercing silver eyes tracking my every movement like an apex predator evaluating a test subject. Across the Colosseum, partially obscured by the flickering torchlight, Denzel Darkmoor leaned silently against a stone pillar. His dark eyes were fixed entirely on me, his hands buried deep in his coat pockets where my mother's silver locket rested. I was completely on my own. "Begin!" Hawthorne shouted, bringing his arm down in a sharp, swift arc. Before the professor’s hand even hit his side, Susan moved. She didn't hesitate or test my range; she charged with terrifying shifter speed, a blur of motio

I wasn’t hungry, but I needed something to do with my hands. Mira sat across from me, lowering her voice. “Eira… the scouts who found you said Kael looked—” she hesitated, searching for the right word. “—different.” I swallowed. “He was angry.” “That’s never good,” she said carefully. “When Kael gets angry, things break.” “People, too,” I whispered before I could stop myself. Mira’s eyes softened. “He didn’t mean to scare you.” “I’m not sure he can help it.”

The howl echoed through the forest, sharp and urgent. Dale and Juke sprint toward the sound. The undergrowth cracked beneath their feet as the scent of blood hit their nostrils. Dale’s chest tightened as the sound grew louder, more desperate. “There,” Juke said, pointing to a figure slumped near the base of an old oak. An injured scout, his fur matted with blood, shifted weakly into his human form. “Arif’s wolves,” the scout rasped, his voice hoarse. “Near the border... rallying.”

Stella rolled her eyes. I found myself staring intensely at her mysterious honey-brown eyes there's something behind them, a secret but it's well hidden. I guess I was staring at them too long because I found said eyes staring at me. "Did something bite you?" Always blunt and straight to the point that's Eva Raye for you'll. "No, why" I could hear the beep in Scott's heart he was lying. "Liar, what was it?" Eva pressed. "I don't know, okay? A mountain lion I guess" He said rolling his eyes.

— And, by the way, you have a wound on temple. Touching the line on the guy's temple, I drew in the direction where the blood was flowing, from the temple behind the ear and further along the hairline. Scott took wet wipes out of the glove compartment and looked in the mirror. — And I kept thinking, why did they look at me like that?—he chuckled briefly, wiping away the blood.— Well, it's okay, I don't come here anyway...— The key turned and the engine rumbled. —So,— Scott began, his voice serious, a tone lower than usual.— I can do magic, I can fly... And now what? —

And then I saw him. Scott. His mouth was drenched in red liquid, his chest heaving like he had been holding back for centuries and finally snapped. Bodies sprawled around him, nineteen of them, their faces pale, eyes wide, every last drop of blood stolen. The twentieth was in his arms, limp, her throat torn open. His fangs were still wet, black veins crawling around his eyes. He let her fall at his feet, lifeless, and licked the blood from his lips. Scott feeding on humans. The sight froze me. For as long as I’d known him, he’d sworn himself against it. He hunted wolves, sometimes animals. Never people.

Helen POV I swallowed his words and looked around me at the confused, disappointed looking crowd. He was right after all. They were happy to see Scott be taken down by a female wolf, by a pure coated wolf, but just not as me. They despised me no matter my victories.

She never knew he was present until he tapped her shoulder lightly, making her gasp. “Ooh you are here,” Hilda said, smiling slightly. “Yes I am,” Scott said as they both stepped in. Scott was looking for clues. He needed clues to catch the criminals that were threatening Hailey's life. He knew Smith was the one distributing the weapon's. He needed to plant a spy among Smith's men but he hadn't figured how to go about it. Hilda watched Scott, she noticed he looked troubled. She sat beside him, and faced him. “ Is everything okay? You looked troubled.”

“He wasn’t...he wasn’t Scott anymore.” Lauren bit her lip, not sure of what to say. She knew what he was hinting at but was terrified to hear it. “Mike… are you saying he was—?” “Rabid,” he finished, voice cold, clipped. “I went there to ask him for help, and I found... a monster. A wolf that wanted nothing but to tear me apart. And the worst part? I could see him—Scott. My friend. My best friend… just trapped, like a ghost, in those cursed red eyes.”