Pulp Fiction The Wolf Quotes Novels & Stories

I retorted. "Neh meh bleh bleh," she mimicked. "You're freaking mean," I gasped. "So? What can you do?" She argued. "Can you guys stop with the self talk?" I heard Paul's voice. I looked at him. "How do you know?" I immediately questioned. "Because I am a wolf too, duh," he rolled his eyes. "Yeah, sorry." I felt dumb about asking the questions.

"We are the absolute greatest generation to ever rule the lands." This has my wolf letting out a loud laugh. "Your throat calls them out like your den actually runs trails with them." "My wolf does," he says, acting like it is nothing. "Does your beast only date older males?" "My wolf does not date anyone," I explain, shaking my head. "Anti-love, remember?" "Ah, right. The hopeless romantic who hates the bond."

My wolf assured and i sighed not ready to banter words with him, I am weak and not strong to even think. "But this won't change the fact that i have hurt many souls and also i don't know if what i did to them might make them do things they aren't expected to do if they are in their normal sense" I blurted out still not accepting what my wolf said. "You never cease to amaze me, stop doubting what I am telling you because it's nothing but the facts about life. If you keep on feeling guilty then I think you are gonna die and rot here" My wolf said seriously and I shivered at the mention of the word die.

Mom, Dad she called out slowly to them moving close in their direction. By the time she found them they had already transformed into werewolves it's wasn't easy, controlling them as wolves, to make them go under the basement, she tried all she could but failed then she said to them, "I don't care how aggressive you are towards me, you know you can't hurt me because I am also a young wolf, just like you are a werewolf from one pack, I can control you, as been a young she-wolf, I will do anything to make sure you don't cause any harm to others."

' 'And right now, I know that what she wants me to do… is to apprehend this foolish mongrel. I made a slashing motion at my left. Immediately, my surroundings became distorted, and a coughing sound was heard. “You,” I heard someone say. “You really are as powerful as they say,” he added. I coldly stared at the middle-aged wolf who was sprawled on the ground. He coughed blood before he laughed and said, “Just one attack and you reduced me into this.” “It’s too bad… I already did what I had to do and kept you in here for a couple of seconds,” he said before laughing maniacally.

The water didn't let the release stay—it washed off every bit of that stickiness instantly. I leaned on the glass, the water running down my body as I tried to organize my breathing. Such a brat. My eyes narrowed slightly, looking at my reflection. My wolf stirred, ready to judge me. “You're so stupid,” my wolf said. “I know.” “And pathetic.” he added “Like always,” I responded with a sad smile.

I shot her a glare that tangibly slapped the rest of her question off her tongue and she gulped it down with the mocktail. “Well then you know what?” “What?” I looked at her. “Fuck Lucean!” “Huh?” I set the mocktail down beside me. “Yeah!” She nodded encouragingly. “You say that lowlife is part of the wolves that killed yours right?” “Yeah, I’m sure of that.”

Smart guy. My wolf paces. Not fast. Slow. Like it’s thinking. And that alone freaks me out because my wolf doesn’t usually think this much. He reacts. He snaps. He wants. This is different. “You felt that,” my wolf says. “I felt a headache,” I say back, and I knock back the rest of the drink even though it burns and I don’t care. “That’s it. Long night. Bad timing.” “You felt her before she even spoke,” he says.

Dylan urges and emphasizes on the last word. We shift into our wolf forms and run,leaving dead bodies and the injured behind. What's that quote that they always say about revenge? Something along the lines of : "love is sweet but revenge is sweeter." They were right about that! ____________________________________ Hope

Cliff wasn’t sure if the old wolf was telling him what to do in a roundabout way or if his devious mind was ten steps ahead. “I’m not saying that at all. You’d be a fool with that mate of hers. He’s mopped my floors once already with your blood. Let’s not have a second round of it. I had the devil of a time getting it out of the seat cushions.” He uses the spout of the coffee pot to point out the window at the group yards down the street from the café. Cliff watched out of the café’s window at the group of wolves talking to each other. “I guess it’s time to tell the idiot squad out back that their prey is out front and not going back there to meet them.”