Pulp Fiction Wolf Car Novels & Stories

"Get the car ready. We are heading to the pack house." ______________ I dragged out the wolf from the boot of the Rolls Royce Phantom we took to the new pack house. By now, he should have passed out, but he was still breathing and his face was still energetic. Out of my tight schedule today, I still managed to go pick up the wolf at the casino from Luca's order. Now we were all at the pack house and he was blindfolded. We walked into the pack house to see Dena, Agopa, and Buda at alert in their wolf form, ready to attack.

"It shouldn't be possible for a wolf to do something like that. They'd have been run over by the car. Unless the car wasn't in motion." "That's the only possible explanation, Alpha Jaris. Because as we can see, the car was turned over. Then, the men were dragged out and murdered. And that's where the problem is." He led me to one of the bodies, squatted and tilted their head for me to see. "Take a look at this. Bite marks. It looks like someone had sucked on them. Those bloodsucking creatures are a myth and do not exist, and to further prove it, these claw marks indicate that this had been done by a wolf." He pointed at the claw marks on the victim's hand.

As the wolf was under him, it's neck held by a long collar like thing connected to a stick held in the man's hand. The wolf was thrashing, crying to be released. However the stranger had no mercy. Tightening the grip of the collar. He sees the body of the wolf going still. To finally let it go. The wolves cries silent down and the wolves around me begin to growl. Seeing the man kill one of their kind. And they surround him from all the sides. I was loosing consciousness,the sharp pain in my forehead worsening. But I still wanted to see the face of the man just once before I surrendered to darkness.

You're screwing everything up, damn it! He knew he was screwing it all up, but he also knew there was no stopping his wolf when his mate was threatened. He would pay the price of it later, he was sure, but for now, since his wolf had already jumped out, he saw no reason not to go with it. The older of the two punks crawled backward still, trying to slide up the rear window and on top of the car, probably believing the higher he went, the safer he was. Rance chuckled to himself, thinking the man was an idiot. Hunching down on his back haunches, Rance shoved himself off the ground and onto the back of the car, eliciting another yelp from the gang member. The wolf growled, saliva dripping from

his eyebrows shoot up and he seems shocked all of a sudden so I quickly drop my eyes to the floor again. Fuck I don’t know where I am or who these men are, or even what they have planned for me. the other two men are still standing in the same spots and they both talk in unison “What pack are you from Carina? We know you are a wolf but there is something not quite right.” What? I blurt out and then quickly realise what I did and again drop my head in a bow and apologise. “I’m from Crimson Hounds Pack sir” The intake of breath I hear tells me they have heard of my pack and the growls I can hear tell me they aren’t fond of how things are run there, my pack is so backwards compared to other pac

Whisking me up in his arms Kirill went to the door in Marcus’s room and hurried outside with me freaking out. With our backs against the cabin wall, I peeked inside the window. A large gray wolf with blood-red eyes searched Marcus’s bedroom. “Nash,” Kirill growled and I gasped. There was no way in hell that we could defeat that wolf, I thought worriedly and was pulled after Kirill as he jumped and we slid down the side of the hill.

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.