Pulp Fiction Wolf Car Novels & Stories

It looked like a wolf had bitten through it like it was butter, and Stevie was busy ripping up Finn's shirt to tie around the wound, and Carmen was in a defensive stance between them and a snarling wolf. The wolf was like none I'd ever seen before, it was a good two foot taller than the average werewolf and bigger built too. It had red and brown fur with a white mask that ran all the way down its chest. It ceased its snarling and sniffed the air as we approached, then to my surprise it lowered its head into a bow. It then gradually lifted its head, and as I gazed upon it's beautiful ice blue eyes, I saw them sparkle in the moonlight that had delicately peeked through the trees. Carmen used t

Those unlucky enough to park on the side of the road would be lucky to have a working vehicle by the end of this fight. A silver colored wolf had latched its mouth around the neck of a rogue, the scent of rotten flesh battered my sensitive nose. The silver wolf whipped its neck to the side, the large rogue subdued by the warrior's strong jaw. A crumbled smash echoed throughout the fight, the whining sound of metal bending. The rogue had been thrown into a red Toyota, shattering the windshield and denting the door. A warped sounding car alarm blared menacingly. For a short moment, I felt bad for whoever owned that car.

The smaller wolf was huffing and whining, it had smears of blood seeping through its fur. “Kill it!” I shouted. Gunner whipped his head to me and flashed his teeth. The wolf struggled and yelped under Gunner’s hold. “Gunner, kill it!” I screamed. But no, the big dumb lump didn’t kill it. Instead, Gunner took his paw off the wolf and took a few steps back. His silver fur slowly receded back into his skin, and he stood on two human feet with his hands out in front of him in surrender.

Only he never hits me. I watch in what feels like slow motion as I see Max, Carter’s wolf, leap in front of me tackling the wolf to the ground. Max is already bleeding from the wounds he received fighting off the two rogues. I watch the pair tumble to the ground, fierce growls and whimpers as their wolves are attacking and being wounded.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven wolves all drop into the mud, crying and holding their broken bones because I am moving too fast for their eyes to see. "I will kill you!" the scarred leader roars, jumping off the hood of the car with a big wolf kick aimed right at my chest. "You are too slow," I say, throwing the bent iron pipe away and kicking my foot straight into his ribs before his boot can land. "Oof!" the leader cries, his big body flying backward through the air and smashing into the side of his own truck with a loud thud. Red blood comes out of his mouth, and he looks at me with huge, scared eyes. "What... what are you?"

They had barely taken two steps when a young rogue burst into the clearing, wild-eyed and panting. "Axel! News..!" He doubled over with his hands on his knees, struggling to catch his breath. Axel sighed. "Out with it, boy." The young rogue straightened with sweat trickling down his dirt-streaked face. “We… we were hunting near the northern road when we saw a car stopped in the middle of the woods. Figured it was an easy meal. But inside was a wolf. Not just any wolf but a powerful one.” His voice dropped to a whisper with fear flickering in his eyes. “Killed the others before they could even shift. I only got away because he let me.”

"I will show you how a real Psi wolf feeds her mate." Cassius watched the sharp, wild smile spread across my dark face, his cold heart hitting a sudden, violent beat inside his chest.

Its fur was a mottled charcoal gray, almost black, but it was the eyes that stopped my breath, a piercing, glowing blue that fixed on us with predatory intent. "Get in the car!" I shouted, reaching for him. He turned to the door, but before he could grab the handle, a violent force slammed into the frame. The impact was so heavy the car skidded sideways. My heart hammered against my ribs when Alessandro suddenly stood before me. "Alessandro, you're in a rut," I said, my hand trembling as I touched his arm. He turned his head slightly, his eyes shimmered red and golden. Before he could respond, a wolf lunged from the shadows, its jaws snapping toward us. A scream tore through my throat, and I

I stepped out of the car slowly, my senses already on edge. “Stay vigilant,” I told the men behind me. But I didn’t wait for them. I walked in alone. The sound hit me first. A dull, rhythmic thud. A groan, and another hit. I followed it deeper into the building, my steps echoing faintly against the unfinished floors. And then I saw a young wolf, barely more than a boy, and he was on his knees, blood running down his face. Maltida’s men stood around him, taking turns, their fists, their boots, their laughter filling the space like something rotten.

But my words feel hollow, lost in the chaos. Suddenly, with a primal roar, the wolf lunges, jaws snapping, and in one swift motion, it rips Ela’s head clean from her shoulders. The sickening sound resonates through the warehouse, a finality that echoes in my ears. The body that was once a formidable foe collapses, lifeless, the hook clattering to the ground beside it. I gasp, my heart pounding as the wolf stands over the fallen body, fur bristling, eyes scanning the room for any remaining threats.