Ice Age Female Sabertooth Novels & Stories

It sounded like ice breaking on a frozen lake. My wolf wasn't soft spoken. She wasn't reserved. She was a creature of the moon, ancient and powerful, and she was furious. Let me out, she growled. Her voice was a low vibration that shook my very soul. No one is coming, I told her, the words tasting like ash in my mouth. No one is coming to save us. Then we save ourselves, she replied. I looked up at Sabrina. The woman was gloating, her face lit by the dying glow of the dagger. She looked so small. So pathetic. She thought she was winning because she was holding a piece of hot metal.

Martin murmured softly, almost dropping his coffee. Sabrina was a 29-year-old prostitute. Her body seemed made to provoke married and single men alike. One meter and seventy centimeters of pure, well-distributed sex appeal. Heavy breasts, the kind that jiggled even when she was just breathing. A slim waist and a round, pert, fleshy backside, the kind that would make any man drool. Her skin was light brown, glistening with sweat from the Minas Gerais heat.

I heard a loud shriek behind me and the waves of the water rippled suddenly. I turned around, my heart thumping and I was face-to-face with a beast, but not the soulless ones we were fighting against. It was a Sabretooth, growling feistily at me. I sighed and raised my arms slowly, indicating that I was no threat to it, but the beast kept on advancing. I didn't want to fight at this point, my body felt languid and my mind was disinterested, but the moment it sprang forward, I felt my entire body shrink as Ginger took over.

ALEXANDER I was just arriving when I saw her, the only reason why I came here with the excuse of doing a master's degree, Isabella Alarcon looking as beautiful as anyone I had ever seen before, somewhat cold and even she looked innocent and fragile, she looked like a fucking angel, something unreachable, who could say that under that angelic appearance was a rotten soul? If I didn't know her past I would be fooled by her beauty, I would want to take her and protect her from this cruel world, but instead I know her so much that I will definitely not be her protector but I am of the person who wants to harm her, who wants to destroy her. But the moment we crossed glances even though I just wan

“C’mon. Still too stared to kill me?... I thought you could do better than this? Isabel’s voice was faintly mocking. She could barely stand on her feet because her vision was distort, but she doesn’t intend to give up. She would rather die with her head up high than beg this pig for her life. The lycan grabbed her by the head, its claws dug into her scalp and it lifted her until her feet was dangling above the ground. When she thought he was going to throw her across the room like he had done several times, he stabbed her instead with a knife made out of silver, surprising her. The creature was about pulling the knife out of her stomach when a cracking sound was suddenly heard from behind it

Celeste stood just shy of six and a half feet and although her body was feminine, the tattoos and uniform gave her an air of authority. The local Alpha of the small pack had cowered before the Lycan and Saber. Jill was one of the few full-blooded Sabers still in existence. In his cat form, he resembled the ancient feline. However, unlike what most archaeologists and artists portrayed them as, they had been dark in their skin and fur. Their northern brethren of the arctic sabers had been golden brown, but the southern packs were dark brown and black. Unlike the wolves, the feline beast did not have a name or separate personality. He had a drive to hunt, kill, and mate. Jill rarely let his bea

he replied quickly. I was about to respond when I heard a female voice from inside. What? Oh God, no... “Bright? What do you want for dinner, love?” My body froze. Completely. My heart stopped. Time stopped. A figure appeared in the open doorway Bright had left slightly ajar: Sabrina. A she-wolf from the pack. Pretty. Tall. Golden skin and long dark hair down to her waist. She was wearing a huge T-shirt —probably Bright’s— and a tiny pair of shorts.

he demanded, his voice laced with anger. Sabrina's face broke into a grin, but to my shock, she transformed into an unfamiliar woman. She was striking, with black eyeliner accentuating her midnight-black eyes and black lipstick on her lips. Her white hair cascaded like snow, and she wore a black corset dress that added to her enigmatic allure. Her sharp, black nails gleamed menacingly.

the buzz-cut man retorted, unleashing his full power in a devastating counterstrike. Two titanic energies clashed head-on. In an instant, Sabertooth coughed up blood, hurtling toward the woman as if he had been slammed by a wild beast. Mid-flight, Sabertooth righted himself and, upon touching down, dashed toward the woman lightning-quick. It was obvious then that his earlier attack was a mere bluff, a ploy to gain the upper hand. "What!?" Sabertooth's cunning caught the woman off-guard, her pupils shrinking to pinpoints in shock.

Lean and muscular with a short shaggy mane like a lion's and a pair of massive elongated and curved bladelike canine teeth that extended from his upper jaw. In a short description, Jet aka Saber is a strange-looking wolf that has a mane like a lion. Saber is also very fast, the fastest out of the five of us. We always follow behind him anytime we go on a run, unless we are on official duty where they will naturally let me lead. I know today's own is because he knew I needed space for myself.