All posts tagged: Shape shifters

A Feral Betrayal Chapter 4

I didn’t sign up for this shit. Matthew sat on a chair, his head leaning backward, hanging over the edge of his seat. He signed up to kill shifters, not babysit one. Three days had passed since the woman passed out. She was fast asleep on the bed, her chest rose with each deep, even breath. Melanie had taken care of washing and dressing her. He was ordered outside when that all happened like he hadn’t traveled with her when she was stark naked. He shook his head then, trying not to remember it. The room smelled sickeningly like a hospital—pine sol, bleach, and illness. Matthew hated hospitals. He rubbed his arms, feeling restless the more he sat in the room. He stood up and started pacing. When the hell is she going to wake up? He paused at her bed. His eyes darted left, then right, almost expecting someone to barge in. Feeling it safe, he bent his head, taking a lock of the woman’s hair in his hand and breathed in. Lemongrass and …

A Feral Betrayal Chapter 3

The cage door screeched as it opened, and Marissa wondered if it was her fear that had heightened the sound. While it struggled to completely open, she dashed across the room. The last thing she wanted was to be trapped against the door when whatever was behind those bars came out. She needed room to run and think. At the end of the exceedingly long corridor, the room split off and dim lights came on. Left and right were her only options. She darted to the left and saw another opening on her right. She skidded into it and paused. The next room was a straight path but there were openings on both sides of the walls. She counted 6 on both sides. God, she hoped she wasn’t in a maze.

A Feral Betrayal Chapter 2

Marissa’s gaze shifted slightly, wondering if it was still too late to dive out the window and make a run for it. Maybe Melanie was bluffing and the drop wouldn’t kill her. And if she was some supernatural creature surely, she’d be fine. The hairs on her neck were standing. The room was dead silent. They were waiting for her to give her answer. Though she was focused on her escape, she was also very aware of the men’s’ bodies. They were prepared to shoot at her at the slightest suspicious movement. She did not like her odds at all right. Even if she could use the window, she’d probably be riddled with bullets before she could jump out.

A Feral Betrayal Chapter 1

Marissa tilted her head as she regarded the stranger standing across the room. The woman looked exhausted, and there were dark circles under her brown eyes. Her jet-black hair was cut short and hidden under an equally dark cap. The woman held her hands to her mouth, her face covered in shock and concern.

A Feral Affair Chapter 20

Feral Affair Chapter 20

Sehjada jumped from her mattress, her hair wild and damp like her bedsheets from her sweat. She palmed her face, breathing erratically. From the space between her fingers she could see the image of Marissa. Her best friend’s bloody face stared back at her with dead eyes and she screamed. She swung her hand at her sheets then swung her feet off the bed, tripping over her slippers as she tried to escape. At the last minute, she managed to grab onto her dresser before she could hit the thing. Then, she collapsed on the floor. Her body shook and she wrapped her arms around herself. Every night for the past two months she went through this. The guilt of aiding in the death of her best friend had consumed her. She had no idea how to stop it either. She was sure she would have been fine. Marissa was a monster. She had to die. They all had to die. “Why won’t you leave me alone?”  She held her head with both hands and …

A Feral Affair by Markida Scotland

Procrastination is my middle name

It’s been about a month since I wrote the last chapter of “A Feral Affair.” I don’t really have an excuse. I am a procrastinator at heart and because of who I am as a person I cannot even say when I will begin to write the rest of it. The plan is to start putting it all together over the weekend. To be fairly honest, this is the most active I have been with posting the chapters seeing as it usually takes me about a year or so tops to even get one out. We won’t talk about the three year long hiatus I was on either. Dark period of time that was. Oh what a time it was. We shant talk about it the same way we won’t talk about the year that shall not be named (The one between 2015 and 2017). But it’s not as though I don’t know where I am going. I already started writing the chapter, but it’s a bit difficult to get the exact direction I want …

A Feral Affair

Feral Affair Chapter 17

The town was on lock-down, The main roads leading into and out of it were closed, and skillful marksmen were placed on rooftops to remove anyone suspicious. Communication to the outside was blocked to ensure no outside interference. They had even managed to secure one of those freaks and use him to bait the others into the open. Even if they weren’t Felids, and were out and about they were targets. It was their own fault for not staying inside as they were told. So how was it they were still unable to kill one little girl? Robert Coldwell slammed his fists down on the desk before him as a fit of rage enveloped him. “If you had killed her from the start then you wouldn’t have this problem.” His harsh glare settled on his son’s smug form. “You know why I couldn’t.” “Actually you could. All of this makes no damn sense,” Dominic threw his hands in the air in frustration. “You’ve had ample opportunities to search out the cretin in this town and …