Fanfiction stories

Scott's POV After leaving school, Scott and his pack drove to the old Hale house. When they arrived, they found Derek and Peter waiting for them.   As they got out of their cars and greeted Derek, Stiles walked up to Peter, placed a hand on his shoulder, and said. "What's up, Peter? Gotten into any trouble lately?"   Peter pushed Stiles’ hand off his shoulder and replied. "No, but I'm guessing I’m about to."   Then, Peter turned to Malia, eyeing her curiously. "Girl, you remind me of someone... I just can’t remember who. What’s your name?"   Malia looked at Stiles and frowned. "Who’s the pervert?"   Stiles shrugged. "Just a psycho. Don’t mind him."   Malia narrowed her eyes at Peter. "Can I gouge his eyes out? I don’t like the way he’s looking at me."   Stiles turned to Peter. "Hey, Peter, stop looking at my girlfriend like that, or believe it or not I’ll gouge your eyes out before she can."   Peter sm...

Jennifer’s POV After escaping from the classroom, Jennifer concealed herself with an invisible energy barrier and used all her strength to run. She sprinted to her car, got in, and sped away from the school.   She drove for a while, making sure she wasn’t being followed, before heading to a house in town. Parking outside, she stepped out, marched to the door, and knocked. A man opened it, his expression neutral until he noticed her anger.   “What’s wrong, Julia?” He asked.   Jennifer’s eyes flashed with fury. “I told you not to call me that, Sloan.”   As she stepped inside, her beautiful face twisted and changed. Three deep scars slashed across her features, and her lips vanished, leaving her disfigured. Without hesitation, she rushed to a nearby room, threw on a black cloak, and pulled the hood over her ruined face. When she returned to the living room, Sloan was sitting with another man and two women, all watching her curiously.   Sloan leaned forward. “Care t...

Scott woke up and glanced at Allison, who was still sleeping beside him. Smirking, he gently used her hair to tickle her face and whispered. “Wake up, sleepyhead. We’re going to be late for our first day back to school.”   Allison groaned, covering her face with the blanket. “Just a little longer.” She mumbled.   Scott chuckled. “Didn’t you say you needed to pick up Malia from your house?”   Allison peeked out from under the blanket. “Nope. Stiles said he’d pick her up.”   Scott sighed, getting out of bed. “Alright, I’ll call you after I make breakfast.” He headed to the bathroom, took a quick shower, and then made breakfast.   Just as he finished, Allison walked into the kitchen, joining him, Isaac, Melissa, and Erica who had spent the night with Isaac.   Melissa sipped her coffee and asked. “Scott, why was Derek looking for you?”   Scott leaned against the counter. “His two betas were kidnapped by a new pack in town.”   Allison said. “And guess ...

Noah woke up in his room the next day feeling stronger than ever. His injuries were completely healed, and his body was filled with newfound energy. Before he could fully process the changes, he heard Stiles sleep-talking. His son was slumped in a chair beside the bed, in an awkward position, mumbling nonsense and trying to kiss the empty air.   Noah shook his head with a smile. "Stiles, wake up. You're going to be late for school."   Stiles jolted awake, flailing as he fell from the chair. He quickly scrambled to his feet. "What? I wasn't doing anything! Wait… where am I? And where’s Malia?"   Noah cleared his throat, amused.   Stiles finally noticed him and remembered that he was in his dad's room. After they got back from the hospital yesterday, he had wanted to make sure his dad was okay after getting the bite, so he stayed next to his bed. "Dad, how are you feeling? Are your injuries healed?"   Noah stretched his arms and nodded. "I f...

 Chapter 92: The Sheriff’s Choice The pack arrived at Beacon Hills Memorial Hospital, their mood tense as a nurse led them toward Sheriff Stilinski’s room. When they entered, they found Noah awake, sitting up slightly in bed with a look of mild annoyance at being confined. “Dad.” Stiles said, rushing to his side. “You’re awake!” Noah gave his son a weak smile. “I’m awake. Don’t worry, son, I’m fine.” Stiles frowned, his worry evident. “You’re not fine, Dad. You’ve got broken ribs and a dislocated shoulder, and you were in a coma!”   Noah saw the concern in his son’s eyes and softened his tone. “I’m alright now, Stiles. Sure, my ribs and shoulder hurt, but nothing that won’t heal with a little time.” Scott and the pack gathered around the bed, each offering their support. Once they were sure Noah was okay, Stiles leaned forward, his usual humor replaced by determination. “What happened, Dad? What got you in here?” Noah’s face darkened as he recounted the events. “We were invest...

The night after they moved to the ranch, the pack gathered in the living room of the new house, and Melissa said. "Scott and I have decided to make this beef ranch a successful business." She announced.   Isaac smiled. "Since I'm part of this family, I'll help too."   Boyd nodded in agreement. "I’ll quit my part-time job and pitch in here as well."   Scott grinned. "Good to hear. But first, we need to deal with the chupacabra or whatever that thing is."   Lydia raised an eyebrow. "What chupacabra?"   Melissa explained. "The previous owners said there’s a huge, wolf-like beast with no fur that’s been killing their cattle. That’s why they sold the ranch."   Scott looked around. "So, who’s going to deal with it?"   Stiles pointed at him. "Aren’t you coming?"   Scott shook his head. "No, it’s probably just a weak monster, like that boar or those creatures we ran into in the woods before."   St...