Fox Bloody Roar Novels & Stories

ALEXANDER My father and sister were both pretty fucked-up, but, damn, Blake was sick. Because we had to make do with what was available in the casino, which wasn’t much, Blake had a bunch of his warriors holding the members of the Bois Sombre Pack down while he tortured them. They were both fully naked after being forced into their human forms. Chef’s knives were brought in from the kitchen, and Blake tested each one of them out on the men’s torsos until he figured out which one was the sharpest, their ensuing screams widening his smile, his eyes gleaming.

He said self-assuredly and a bone-chilling laugh fell out of Zack’s mouth. “Oh, I'd like to see you try Wolf Boy.” Zack hissed and then they flew into action. One moment they were eyeing each other, several feet apart. The next Zack moved with lightening speed I’d never known he was capable of, swiping at Graeme with his hands in what looked like a fatal blow. My jaw dropped, shock weakening my body so that I stopped struggling with whichever one of Graeme’s men was holding me as I stared at the grappling men.

But the smell; burning fabric, plastic, flesh, hit her like déjà vu. She stumbled back, chest heaving. Not again. From the hallway came a final, echoing scream, and then the unmistakable crackle of fire.

Shayari's pov I Saw a figure moving forward to the stairs i took my steps forward and without wasting time I hit the goon and an ear piercing scream can be heard that I guess woke the whole house And that scream belongs to the great one and only Shayari Firoz. Yes it's me I screamed as I could not hit that man but he definitely did. "leave me!" I screamed in pain as the person who ever he is has twisted my wrists and has pinned me on the floor

And on Friday morning, another order for room service had been placed as early as 6:30, only for the waitress to meet no response from Frank's chamber but a sinisterly open door that afforded her the view of senator Frank's corpse in lying around in a pool of blood and his lady guest stripped stark naked, beaten to pulp, and tied to the bed frame. Coincidentally--perhaps not so--it was the second case of murder of top dogs in the city within the space of a week, and in a similar pattern at that. The first murder had struck earlier in the week when Henry West-gate, a famous tycoon in the city was set up for a car accident in his Jeep. It had been discovered that the middle-aged business tycoo

Determination painted her expression and even from my vantage, I could see her nails extend into claws. The Alpha of Red Stone ordered his soldiers to attack, but as his men lept in her direction, it was clear that they were no match for the dark-haired warrior. Roxy was so swift that she was like a shadow. She maneuvered around the soldiers and attacked them so deftly that they didn’t even have a chance to shield themselves. They fell prey to her attacks and died immediately when she ripped apart their necks in one easy motion.

she snapped, “I need to get back the shop before the boss has my head. Is this about the Bloody Barbies again?” Bloody Barbie was the nickname Maria gave to the murders ever since she’d gotten involved as a suspect. It was an apt name. Each crime scene that had been investigated was painted red with each victim’s blood, and in each one there would be a bloody doll left behind (though, not exactly a Barbie), no less than three feet away from the body.

He was whimpering trying to get free. "Tsk. A scared Luna. Very bad choice Blaze". Zol said and Stephen snapped. "Dont you dare Zol"! He snarled. "What, Stephen? He wants to change. Let me help him". Zol bent on his neck and Callum felt a sting in his neck as pointed canines touched his bare neck. Drawing a little blood. "Fuckkkkkkkk". The last thing Callum saw in his consciousness was an angry Stephen leaping on him, he wrapped him inside his arms and his canines punctured the pulsating vein in his neck.

She landed hard, rolled, and came up with blood trickling down her arm. The pressure under her ribs surged. Her vision blurred for a split second. “No,” she whispered, shaking her head. “Not now.” The constructs pressed their advantage. One slammed into her shoulder, sending her skidding across the floor. She hit the wall hard enough to knock the air from her lungs. Pain exploded through her side. She gasped, struggling to breathe. The wolves closed in. Bella forced herself up, teeth clenched, body screaming. She ducked the first strike, drove her fist into the second wolf’s jaw, and felt bone crack.

Plates shatter into tiny pieces, silver horns break, and heavy bottles of fire-wine smash everywhere, soaking the dirt. With red blood streaming down his tattooed face, Bobby screams through his broken teeth, "I will slaughter your wolf and rip your entire family line to shreds!" He quickly slips his hunting blade back out, stabbing with blind rage directly at my waist. "Not bad, Bobby. Your shadow-fang training actually has some slight skill!" I praise him mockingly.