Bray Wyatt Quotes Novels & Stories

I’d done everything I could to learn who I was without Wyatt. “If you’re sure you don’t mind doing that for my benefit,” I said. “I would really appreciate having you close by tonight. I’m terrified of Wyatt, but I don’t think he would stand a chance against you.” Bratt’s smile was bright and radiant before he touched his forehead to mine. “That’s right, Marley,” he said. “I’d tear him apart if he so much as tried to touch you.” Despite the violent sentiment, despite the fact that I’d just spent who knew how long crying and quivering, I found myself smiling back at him. For some reason, Bratt always managed to make me laugh or smile, even when it felt impossible.

Brianna On the trek to the shower, I noticed the ancient cypress trees that towered high above us, they were a majestic atonement to the land we stood on. The drone of cicadas and the birdcalls were a settling harmony, magic humming in contentment. “Look,” Wyatt said. If a big grump of a guy could have nerves that was exactly what I heard in his voice. I looked at him expectantly, pausing on the trail. He looked at me over his shoulder a moment before grabbing my bags from me.

When they laughed at it as children, Alpha Jonathan had said that it was always good to have a Plan B. “It’s better if it’s not useless and bat shit crazy. But never fault someone for having a backup plan.” Wyatt quoted his father. “I’m flying blind with no plan, much less a backup plan.” “Then at least have a goal.” “I do have that.” Wyatt grinned as he thought of the woman with silver eyes who had haunted him for a decade.

"Wyatt, do as he says. He won't listen otherwise. Focus on Rebecca." Brayden retreated to the bathroom, leaving me facing Rebecca once again. Wyatt positioned himself by her bedside, one knee beside her. His hand lingered on the towel that covered her, hesitating to unveil her form. He met my gaze, his expression thoughtful. "Boss, if I may? With your consent, I need to assess the extent of the damage." My fists clenched at my sides, torn between my discomfort and the necessity of the situation. The prospect of another man seeing her vulnerable body stirred a storm of conflicting emotions, but I recognized the urgency.

"Come have a drink with me." Bryan wasn't much of a drinker. But at this moment, he knew he couldn't refuse. So he said, "Alright!" He sat down and clinked glasses with Wayne. The alcohol burned his throat. "Drinking to drown your sorrows only makes them worse," Bryan tried to advise. Wayne lazily leaned back on the sofa, his collar open, revealing his delicate collarbone. His gaze was distant. "You're close with Scarlett. You should know who her man is, right? Tell me."

I had heard of Kallan’s temper, but he was calm and collected in a terrifying way as he relayed that message to Samuel, excited even at the notion, “if you were on Timber soil, make no mistake little one, we would have some fun with you before you were burned alive in front of my pack.” Samuels heart rate increased slightly and there was a lingering silence between the two of them before he turned his attention back to us, “I hear she’s quite lovely, this Brianna?” Wyatt was immediately bulked more than he should be in human form, “I do have a taker, if you’d like another option, someone else to mark their claim on her,” he motioned with his hand and Ryan stepped forwards from the treeline,

, he said darkly. “What the fuck are you even talking about?” I bristled. Wyatt raised an eyebrow and set his face into to grim mask. “Nothing that you would understand. Just know that I’m the better of two evils”. “I sincerely doubt it” I muttered dourly, resuming my stare into the night. Silence once again fell in the cabin of his truck and I started to feel drowsy. I closed my eyes and focused on the steady hum of the wind outside, letting it take me to a world with far less problems. Or so I thought.

As outsiders, it wasn't your place to criticize or even kill him! "Since you couldn't teach your apprentice well enough, someone had to eventually give him a good lesson in your place!" Gen retorted. Brian gave a twisted smile. "Today, you'll die with that brat, Woody. The two of you can head to hell together! "Since you're about to die, you can say anything you want, and it won't matter!" However, Gen still wasn't afraid of Brian's threat. Instead, he continued, "Now, let's talk about Wyatt.

“I swear, on the Moon Goddess, there won’t be a next time. I’ll never — never — do anything like that again.” Wyatt’s expression didn’t soften. “Go back to your pack,” he said coldly. “Think about what you’ve done. And think about what you should do next.” I stared at him, shaking, but I didn’t argue.

“I have a friend coming. Is it okay if I finish getting ready? I’ll lock up.” “I guess any woman who’d leave the party to look after a falling-down drunk has proven herself trustworthy.” “You got it.” “Thank you. I don’t normally drink like that. A shot of tequila, that’s it.” Kimberly glanced up from applying mascara. “Maybe you should just tell her you’re in love with her.” Wyatt grabbed his briefcase and made a derisive grunt. “I don’t believe in love… or happily-ever-after.” “Oh…” She went back to the mascara.