Pulp Fiction Wolf Car Novels & Stories

I spoke with a flat tone and watched the colour drain from his face and fear take over. “Kill him.” He shouted as he shifted into a muddy coloured brown wolf. One that was no match for my own. I ran straight for him, shifting mid air into Khaos' huge black wolf. One of the other wolves came at me from the side as Jack went in for my throat. Both were nothing, as I kicked my back legs out at the unknown rogue and heard the snapping of bones as I shattered his jaw. Followed by his yelp of pain. Jack, seeing that he wasn't going to get my throat veered left and jumped onto my back, sinking his teeth into my shoulder.

— I quipped, it was necessary to play for time somehow. “No,” he answered curtly. “I have an offer for your master,” I decided to bluff. “Do you think he would talk to someone like you?” He curled his lips into a wicked grin. “I think so.” I lit a flame in my palm. The driver was surprised by my action and took a step away from me. “Gifted she-wolf,” a gray-haired man got out of the same car. “A strong-blooded sorceress and a she-wolf. It is a pity that you are already used, so I would have sold much more expensive ...

He did not fight against two werewolves. I took a breath. The she-wolf did not stand firmly: her side was bleeding, and she taught on one paw. The wolf came up to me and pushed his muzzle on the shoulder. Get up. I looked at him, trying to determine in animal form who it was. Hope it's Luke. And if not, I hope that everything will be all right with him. Just now I looked at my hand. She was still in place, but any movement brought hellish pain. The pain raised bile in my throat. I was not able to fulfill the wolf's demand immediately. With my other hand, leaning on the ground, I slowly, very slowly, got up. To reduce the movement of the injured arm, I pressed it to me, fixing it against my c

said Zoe, opening the car door, which had just beeped after Wolf pressed the remote on the key. Wolf had prepared the car and rented it while they were there, so he could take it anywhere freely. Wolf, who had also entered the car and started the engine, produced a ripple of laughter and shook his head. "I still can't believe it. How could you think of me as a pimp?"

His eyes, though, were sharp and ice-cold. I slowly put my hands up and froze. Frost subtly leaked a whisper of aggressive aura, a thin, silent sheet of ice across the car cabin. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the hand gripping the gun barely flinch. His eyes under the hat instantly darkened, and the edge of his pupil quickly flashed a sliver of golden-brown vertical slit—a wolf eye. He clearly hadn't expected to carjack another wolf, let alone one who would try to intimidate him.

Alpha Alvaro maneuvered his sleek black SUV through the winding path, the hum of the engine was the only sound accompanying him, considering he was alone in the roads. His mind wandered through the thoughts of Ximena as he drove gently. The air somehow felt off and he sighed, still focused on the road. Suddenly, his eyes caught a dark smuggish object laid across the road ahead. Slowing down, he brought the vehicle to a halt and stepped out, his senses were on high alert. As he approached, he could sense the atmosphere increasing in tension and staring at the lifeless carcass on the ground, moulded with blood that's dripping nonstop, only made matters worse. He didn't panic and moved cl

Then he vanishes. When Finn lands on four legs instead of two, he does not utter a sound. The others flinch, their eyes wild, as he rips into a black wolf. Finn emerges from the dead wolf's body a quarter of a second later, his white fur covered in blood. The stillness is broken by seven booms. My wolf howls and my ears scream. How in the world am I supposed to forget the sound that monstrous gun makes? Smoke shoots from seven cars' engines, setting off alarms that screech.