Pulp Fiction The Wolf Quotes Novels & Stories

“If you want my hands off you so badly, then tell me the real reason you went in there. Then maybe I won’t have to grab you to get answers.” I squared my shoulders, fire in my veins. Fine. If the truth got him to back off, I’d throw it at his face. “I went looking for my wolf,” I snapped. Something raw and painful flashed across his face but was gone in a blink. Then anger took over, hot and fierce. “And who the hell told you your wolf was floating around outside your body…especially in the fucking Dark Zone?” He launched into a full lecture…voice rising, hands slicing the air…about rogues, wild beasts, bloodsuckers, how stupid and reckless and insane it was, how close I’d come to dying a hu

' My wolf unhelpfully states, reminding me just how much he uses his skills of reading my thoughts, only adding to my frustration. 'Oh, trust me, dumbass, you are most certainly a pain in my ass. And it is shit. Shit I do not need right now. Shit I cannot begin to consider because it fucks with my mind." I released a heavy sigh, running my hand through my hair. All hopes of the coffee being made were currently long forgotten as I argued with my wolf. 'You want me to help her, then my mind needs to be free of shit like that.' I warned him.

I asked my wolf who smiled at my question," are you ready to sacrifice your life for it and are you ready to let go of everything you hold dear?" My wolf asked me, the question wasn't clear just yet," what do you mean by that?" As my countenance came back to normal and I sat down in the middle of the garden and stared in awe of the beauty that was right before me "Well no one said it is going to be easy but, I just want to tell you that it will definitely call for blood shed " my wolf said , I knew all this will call for blood shed before I embarked on a journey that took me away from my loved one

Two Shadow wolves charged in, their eyes glowing gold, their claws already extended. I didn't even stand up. I just smiled. "You're late," I said, the sarcasm sharp and biting. "I’ve already had the most delightful conversation with Mr. Vexley. He was just telling me about your poor recruitment standards." The first wolf lunged. I moved with a speed that defied my injury, kicking the coffee table into his shins and sending him sprawling. Fenric engaged the second wolf, the sound of a scuffle filling the small room.

“Bad management and unoriginal dialogue. You guys really need HR.” They lunged. --- The Roast Fight Wolf #1: lunged straight at my throat, sloppy. I ducked, stabbed his ear. He howled. “Oh nooo, your ear modeling career is ruined! Guess you’ll never be on the cover of Pointy Ears Weekly.” Wolf #2: came low for my legs. I kicked him in the jaw, teeth clacked. “Ouch! Somebody’s gonna need dentures. Good luck explaining that to your wolf dentist—oh wait, you don’t have one.”

She never tells me where she's going, but when she comes back, we make the sweetest love in the world. “He's crazy.” - Zog says, with his big mouth open. "No, he's bewitched and doesn't remember anything." - Where is Pure, your wolf? - Lucifron asks. - My wolf? What are you talking about? I don't have a wolf. I don't even have a dog. Zog opened his big mouth even more.

her wolf giggles again. Lexi’s wolf is giggling in my head. I look at Lexi and her mates while this is going on. It looks like the three of them are trying not to laugh at my reaction. I’m not sure if I will get used to having another person in my head. I will deal with that later. I look around and see several people looking at me waiting for an answer to Lexi’s question. None is more important than Lexi. I can tell by the look on her face that me saying it is important to her. “ You finally caught on.” the wolf giggles. So weird.

“Do what I can, but if the hospital is out, then I’ll have to call one of my old contacts.” “Then that’s what you do,” Wolf said abruptly. “I don’t give a good goddamn about legit and legal right now, boys. No cops, no hospital, no reports.” He stopped in the doorway to the bedroom, surveyed the scene in front of him. Wow, this was a blast from the past. “We’re way beyond all of that anyway, seein’ as we got a dead body on the fuckin’ floor, so we go back to the old ways for tonight. Just until this mess is cleaned up.”

He started laughing at the wolf who was staring at him. “Turn,” Raphael said. The animal shook his head. Raphael pulled out a wooden stake and held out some leaves. He threw some silvery content at the wolf and it shrunk away. “Lolita,” Raphael said. The wolf’s body physically drooped, as if admitting defeat. I thought it was weird that he was talking to a wild animal and it was listening to him. Then I remembered the wolf at the mayors. Did the people of Arthforde keep wolves as pets?

My wolf was no help at all because she was practically wagging her metaphorical tail and giggling like this was an adults-only carnival. Lucian’s voice dropped even lower, and I felt it vibrate through my ribs in the most inappropriate way possible. “A dog that can get on his knees and lick that pussy of yours until you scream my name.” My entire soul left my body. My knees melted. My dignity shriveled up like a raisin. My wolf threw both paws into the air and shouted that she endorsed this message. I was not prepared for that line. Nobody in the world could have prepared me for that line. Universities should offer seminars for that line.