Nick Wilde Vore Novels & Stories

Silas shouted, gripping his tactical rifle. But as the heavy doors swung open, exposing the interior of the nursery, Zara's blood turned entirely to ice. The Volkov operatives weren't waiting inside. The children weren't in their cribs. Standing in the absolute center of the empty nursery, holding a suppressed weapon and smiling directly into the hidden analog camera, was Vivienne Kensington.

Which unfortunately never happened. Then I met her. Vivian. Vivian was a werewolf just like Nicole. She reminded me a lot about Nicole, so that got me attracted to her a little bit. I decided to use Vivian to clear Nicole out of my system, but sometimes I realized when I'm talking I always end up talking about Nicole. She had clouded my thoughts even though she wasn't with me. So basically, Vivian knows everything about Nicole well except the fact that Nicole was a werewolf.

Valko gasped. “That’s another story for another time. But we were hugging and waiting for our mothers to finish talking with the doctor when the she-wolf just pounced on Nigel. I tried to help at first, but when she flashed me her red eyes, I turned stone and was literally glued to the spot, out of shock.” “Little Miss Innocent Ain’t So Innocent After-all.” Valko scoffed. “Are you sure her eyes were red?” Velma demanded. “Yes, we’re positive,” Taurus spoke to them through the link.

Nobody wanted to fuck with him, knowing that he was the rip out your jugular first type of wolf. “You experienced something that you never had before when it came to the power blast,” Niccolò began. Teeth were biting her plump lower lip as she nodded her head. I was distracted by the thought of doing that for her. Goddess, what was wrong with me? Perhaps I just needed to get laid. Titan sent me an imagining of Violet slowly pulling my shirt off of her body. I reiterated yet again, DICK WOLF. Sometimes I wondered if the Goddess ever gave refunds.

Little did he know that she had eyes everywhere. He had to be more careful. However, Nathaniel reassured himself with the fact that Lily did not know much about his deal with Henry. As of now, Wilfred's cause of death had yet to be determined. After listening to the recording repeatedly, the only part that piqued his interest was how Lily managed to "poison" Henry.

Zean Wilder had returned. A thick murderous aura still emanated from his broad, sturdy frame, and there were faint stains of dried blood on the sleeve of his tactical shirt—the remnants of the sadistic silencing he had executed upon Sebastian Norwich a few hours ago at the waste treatment plant. His sharp face appeared ice-cold, yet the moment his pair of dark eyes locked onto Helga's figure standing near the projection table, the intensity of his gaze slowly melted, replaced by an extraordinarily possessive protective flash.

“Yes, me. I'm sorry I have to do this, Maya. What can we do about it? After all, this is my job.” The man came forward and approached the poor woman suddenly. The man's hand gripped Mrs. Maya’s jaw. Nadira put on hold the call “Mother!” which is already on the tip of the tongue. Instead, she bit her inner cheek a little more than she wanted. “Say it right now,” growled the man. “Where are you hiding that wolvire?” “I—akh—don't—know!” Mrs. Mata breathless answered. “Very well,” said the man with a deep voice. The man released his grip with one rough jolt and retreated back. However, after that everything happened so fast.

I turned around at the sound of it, and there I saw Vildamir holding something black in his right hand, which I guessed was a remote control. On his left was the wounded Lucille whom he was supporting. Behind the two of them was our traitorous friend, whose face showed no sign of regret. On either side of him were his assistants, both holding guns. And all those guns were pointed towards us. "I told you to let us pass because if not-" It didn't even finish what it was about to say when Shawnel suddenly interrupted. "-Because if not, you'll blow up Speare?" Shawnel asked sarcastically, which made me turn to look at him.

It was a build-up to something that wouldn't have a good ending. "Well done with your assignment today!" Andrei laid it on thick, buttering her up. "You did a stellar job. You followed the instructions, got my collateral, and you even outfoxed Vivienne! I like that!" After Levi's warning, Natalie knew Andrei wasn't a man to be trifled with. The sooner she delivered his payment, the quicker she could leave, assuming, of course, he'd let her leave. So she stepped closer to hand him the envelope, but a weak groan in the corner of the room stopped her in her tracks. She turned in the direction of the sound, her eyes widening in horror, the gory sight before her instantly clearing up the mystery

She took out a gun and aimed it at his head. She was about to pull the trigger when a flash of purple whizzed past her and she doubled over to the ground. "Violet!" the scarlet speedster spoke as the other speedster was then standing next to him and helping him up. Violet and Crimson—the two speedsters that Carol had identified back at Carter•Labs and it turned out that the speedster killer had caught up to them. "I'm guessing the plutonium's safe since we are all still standing?" said Crimson to Violet.