Pulp Fiction Wolf Car の小説・ストーリー

He lay on the ground, his face twisted in terror as he looked at the gray wolf. Hommes let out a blood-curdling scream as Carlos tore a chunk of flesh from his body. "Carlos?" Klaus, still holding me, looked at the blood-soaked gray wolf. He furrowed his brow as he called out to him. But the wolf didn’t respond. Carlos had descended into madness. The wolf continued to rip through Hommes’s clothes and flesh, leaving wounds deep enough to spill blood but not enough to kill. Carlos was deliberately prolonging Hommes's suffering, forcing him to stay conscious while he was slowly torn apart.

But Amani was a master of the hunt, her presence felt but never seen. Amani burst back into view, her presence like a bolt of lightning amidst the mayhem. Like quicksilver, her jaws snapped shut around one of the wolf’s throat as she whooshed on by. A torrent of crimson liquid erupted from the wolf's carotid artery, painting the air with a gruesome spectacle reminiscent of a volcanic eruption. The wolf's lifeless body crumpled to the ground, the thud resonating through the night with a bone-chilling finality.

The blast of shock injects me with a dose of adrenaline, and I jump off the bed and scream until my back hits the wall. “Sasha!” I cry out his name. An intense scream wracks from my throat again as the wolf in bed stirs. It was big, the biggest wolf I’ve ever seen in my entire life, and I’ve seen plenty. The silver white wolf, almost like a full moon in the midnight sky, opens its eyes. The familiar steel gray eyes stare at me, blinking, seemingly confused, but showing some recognition. The door opens, slamming against the wall. Sasha and the rest of the guys barge in heavily armed.

"Let's get into the car." I looked at the car, then into his dark, beautiful eyes and then at the beautiful surroundings. I, then, realized that Phyllis was no longer there. She could no longer lock me up in the cell or abuse me. I had the power to put an end to her abuse, and it required that I run away and start my life afresh. I remembered shifting into my wolf at the age of sixteen. It had the color of my red bright hair. Phyllis had warned me to never shift again or she would give me a mark I'd never forget. She wasn't there. It was just the Alpha's nephew and I.

He said, "I thought you were on her side all this while. But please, you are not doing us any kindness here. Do you think you are doing the right thing? I can tell you are doing the wrong thing. Let's beg her and see what she does." "Beg my ass" he scoffed out a mirthless chuckle and pointed the gun towards Andre "You will not tell me what to do with her. Do you understand me!" Andre said, "Calm down. That will do, Norris. There is no need for that." My lips trembled at the drama. They wouldn't dare to fight me or my wolf, because we both were just deadly. I could single-handedly take on a whole Pack and beat them to a pulp.

The driver, to my great relief, was a woman. I greeted her and told her a sad story about a broken car. A new friend did not remain indifferent, offering a ride. I gave her the first address that came to mind, and the rest of the way she was just silent, peering into the lights of the night city. Gradually, physical weakness receded, though the insane agony, pushing to surrender to the first comer, only intensified, leading to new gloomy thoughts. I hope that I will still be able to remain loyal to the alpha of the gray wolf clan ...

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.

Their scoundrel scent circulated in the air, oozing with the hunger to spill blood. “Jax, hounds.” I raced to grab him, but one hound leaped from the hood of the car, slamming Jax into the ashen coal tar, and he screamed in pain. The creature dislocated his shoulder. I kicked the ragged wolf off him and another tried to jump me, but I was fast enough to pull my dagger and slam it into the wolf's jugular. I lifted the dead wolf from the coal tar and plummeted it into the woods.

Carr didn't feel the blow that hit him square in the forehead. His body flew through the air, hitting the back of his head on a large rock. The sickening thud went unheard by the fighting Were's. The crumpled body of the chocolate colored wolf lay still, his chest barely moving. Blood dripped from his nose.