Pulp Fiction The Wolf Quotes Novels & Stories

Claude shouted at him in the head. Next, Claude shot the leg of The Black Hand so he fell to his knees. Cassius was surprised to hear the laughs of the old mafia man: “It is not that kind to trouble old people, Wolf” “Wolf is dead. I buried him next to his father. This. Is. CLAUDE.” replied Claude as he punched the man in the face, causing his tooth to fall. The Black Hand spat blood and laughed: “Never changed. Still stubborn and unruly.”

My dad used to teach me that when in the face of trouble don't show your opponent you are afraid of them, put on your best poker face and stabilize your voice and that was exactly what I was going to do. “This man is a thief, he has been stealing from us. He shouldn't be set free and in this pack the punishment for stealing is an execution, a painful death… and I get to decide how he dies, not you” the wolf said, while the others whistled in agreement.

I didn't question my father's obsession with wolf artifacts and legends, I didn't question why she wore a protective necklace against something that only existed in my books. I didn't question how my father died, I didn't question anything. I just let life go with me, I let it heal from all the things that were left behind to move on. Soon we were ready, I left the house with the feeling that I should go back but still I went. The Hall was crowded, everyone surprised to finally see me out of my shell, out of the cave where I had been holed up since the day of the great pain. - I don't think I even know how many times that day I heard that phrase pounding in my mind.

The wolf said nothing. I frowned and then asked the wolf. “Will you not join?” The wolf’s pale eyes fixed on me, piercingly. “Words are wind. You say you honor my wisdom, yet you never listen to it.” The accusation struck deeper than I expected. “That’s not true.” I replied firmly.

‘Don’t tell anyone you have a wolf.’ - this is what Adrian’s note had said. My heart sank. Why did he say that? Is there something wrong with my wolf? But she’s not disabled. I ’d know when I shfited, right? Suddenly I couldn’t be sure of anything. Millions of possible problems rushed to my mind.

The werewolf came, its feet hitting the ground mercilessly as its hands joined in its movement. It broke out from the woods, tearing off the leaves of the trees with less effort, and growling at the sight of the man. “You can't take anyone from my family.!” Mark grinned as he shifted under the bright moonlight. His bones cracked, and his skin stretched beyond its limits, tearing to become as tough as that of a wolf. He growled at the phantom, just as the phantom growled at him. Like two behemoths, they collided, and the green grasses on the ground fell victim to their battle.

“That little jackal Rita told me about it at the banquet.” He rolled his eyes. “Horrible little wolf. She tried to frame you with that oleander poison. I was in awe, you know, watching how effortlessly you dealt with it all.” His eyes grew dark. “And then the council wouldn’t punish her properly no matter how obviously she needed it.” He snickered suddenly. “I wish I had been there to see you drink the water in the vial. I’m sure everyone was staring, assholes.” He frowned and took a bite of cheese before looking back into my eyes. “What was it like, talking to your wolf for the first time after so long?”

"Unlock your wolf!" I let out a laughter that could mean 'stop-fooling-around'. "Unlock my wolf? You think I've not tried doing that even before I met you? Jesus, Gustav! I don't even know if I was lied to that I have a fucking wolf." I spat. The 'fucking' was not apparently necessary. I added it to play tough for my own good... or detriment. "Your wolf is caged." "What?" "You heard me." He sat on the edge of the metal table, with one of his legs swinging languidly.

“I told you not to kill her. You never listened. I told you not to get involved with the rogues. You never listened.” “And now what! We’re charged with killing a pup.” “You and I both know that video was fake! Who did it? We don’t know. I bet it’s one of Michelle’s family.” “You’re so foolish, Clara. So foolish. I told you not to leave Mars, didn’t I?” I replied, “You did.” My wolf said, “Look, as a wolf I tried my best to save you. I wish I’d been paired with another she-wolf. I should’ve chosen better.”

“Yeah. Yeah, OK… I mean, shit. You’re right, Wolf.” “Now we’re gettin’ somewhere at long last. So, this is how I think of this goddamn mess that you’ve created: seein’ as you don’t do just fucks, and Scars doesn’t do just fucks, but you two are fuckin’, I’d say that you’re doin’ more than just fuckin’. Don’t you think?” Zoe paused, trying to figure out just what the hell Wolf had just said. “So… you’re saying that…” Her voice trailed off. “Sorry. What are you saying?”