Pulp Fiction The Wolf Quotes Novels & Stories

"Should I pity you?" A man sitted on a long white sofa which complimented his white hair asked as he watched a wolf,all drenched wet walk into the Manor,it's fur sticking closely to it's body. "Rejected by your own mate,how pathetic" His words not matching his expression as he smiled. The snapping of bones could be heard as the wolf transformed "Why're you here?" Dorian asked,his eyes boring intensely at Raphael who straightened his posture,now looking serious. "I want you to tell your dogs.."

I could not keep my eyes long on him as I looked else where from him. "Let me introduce myself," Baxter said. Hahahaha… ! They all were ready to pounce on him and as well as finish him on that spot as I could see all the fire that was boiling in their eyes. "Do not say a word," the huge wolf said. "we already know who you are, and at the same time you have defaulted us by killing one of ours" "Actually that was part of the introduction," Baxter said "I could not give one that was better than that,"

Lucas’ POV “How does a man who just had sex with someone who can pass for his junior sister expect to come against me?” White Wolf, as he was commonly called, yelled, before picking my 97kg self up, and throwing me against some antique clothing store. “Fuck!” I yelled as my hand grazed the brick walls that were used for aesthetics. Who would've thought aesthetics could be so deadly? “Hear me out.” I managed to speak. “I'm done doing that.” He smiled maniacally, the same smile I'd seen in numerous leaked clips, that he had one before digging his overgrown nails into men's necks.

" Don’t do anythign stupid, please, “ Mike muttered to his wolf. “Just don’t, and it’s only a few days. Don’t betray us now. “ His wolf stirred inside him with the promise that yes, he most likely was going to do something really, really reckless. ***

Voices rose above others as the people argued, their voices echoing through the walls. “He’s alive, and that's a good thing for us!” one barked. “Then what’s the point if we're still going to war?” another spat. “You should ask the Alpha that! Every pack from here to the coast will see us as rabid for what he did!” It was an elderly wolf that said it, of course. They were the only ones with enough courage to say some of the things most couldn't. Their words slammed into me, each one a match to dry tinder, until I was burning up with anger.

He paused, his eyes scanning my face for any sign of understanding. “I couldn't help but laugh, I guess either I'm hearing things or I'm not the only crazy one in the room.” Zayn stepped closer, his movements deliberate and careful, as if I might bolt at any moment. “You’re a wolf,” he said, his voice steady. “You always have been. You just didn’t know it yet.” I burst out in laughter once again, sharp and bitter, verging on hysteria. “You’re insane. This is insane.”

**Sophia’s POV** The word lingered in the park’s dim evening air, ridiculous and bone-chilling at the same time. Wolves. Thorne and I stared at Marcus, every careful wall we’d built—half-truths, careful wording, sideways glances—crumbling right in front of us. He stood there holding two takeaway coffees, his face showing not confusion, but a quiet, heavy kind of understanding. My brain scrambled for any excuse. “It’s… just an expression,” I managed, the words ringing false even as they left my mouth. “A stupid joke. You know, like ‘throw someone to the wolves’…”

"It's a learning curve. One I would like you to get started on. Remember what the outcast said to you about mates and marking?" "He threatened to mark me, then said he would never do that to someone else's mate," Clara said. "I assume it was nonsense. He seemed pretty crazy." "Well one part about being a wolf that I sort of glossed over is soulmates. We all have one." Clara gave a laugh and raised an eyebrow. "Sure."

The wolf backs away and I let it. -Incoming on your left, I’ve got your right covered- I shout through the link. He spins in time to collide with the wolf on his left. I step up onto the trailer, pouncing off of it and landing squarely on top of the other wolf, ramming my sword down through the base of its skull.

“He was dying, Kirk. He was nearly white. Plus, it’s a huge gash…there was so much blood…” Kirk patted my back. “It doesn’t matter. This happened to the wolf who doesn’t give a shit about what should kill a wolf. The first thing he’ll say is that he’s been through worse. I bet you anything.” I chortled. “He tried to crack a joke…” “Let me guess. It’s only a flesh wound?” Nodding, Kirk let out a snort. “Our Luna is something else. I didn’t realized you wanted to spice things up around here. You never seemed bored. You want to add this spicy wolf into the mix? Did you not have enough stress before?”