Pulp Fiction Wolf Car Novels & Stories

The wolf, who had been busy chewing up Gavin, spat out his shoe and growled menacingly, followed by jumping on me. I sidestepped, but the wolf managed to push me down with its left paw. I let out a loud cry of pain when I felt it sink its teeth into my shoulder, but before any damage could be done, the wolf immediately retracted its teeth, taking a step back away from me, its green eyes staring at me as if staring right through my soul. From the corner of my eye, I saw Taylor throw a silver bomb at the wolf, who immediately growled out in pain, shifting into a very naked and muscular man, Alpha Alexander Pierce, my biggest enemy!

A flash of silver out of the corner of his eye drew his eyes up to see a slight shimmer in the air before they all disappeared into it, a sword sticking out of his Luna after she jumped in front of an advancing warrior from the crowd. The wolf that impaled the Luna looked just like him! What wolf possesses that skill? The ability to glamor takes a very rare wolf with a specific set of skills. I know only one wolf that has resources like those, Jo, Sir Alpha of the Rogues. That's strike 1... Rex’s uman was frozen in terror, but his wolf acted instinctively, phasing and lunging himself at the upper tier, a black aura radiating from him. "Alpha, stop!" Makai warned. He followed his Alpha's lead

She could easily guess he was an omega in his pack. He roared with bloodshot eyes as she laughed at him. Jackson had run Into a corner as the wolf in front of him was bigger and looked stronger than his. Their colleague was frightened to death and was about to dial the police through the phone on the counter. Lucia gave Jackson a sign and he immediately hit a large frying pan on the girl's head. She fell to the floor. The wolf roared again while he gathered his strength. Without warning, he launched at Lucia, biting hard on her shoulder.

While waiting for Crassus to change, Lucian bit one of them. Carol yelled out as Ravena was still gripping her throat, attempting to suck breath into her lungs. She sank to the floor, her eyes unfocused and a horrible cut on her throat oozing with blood. Ravena approached Carol, her palm on her throat, halting the blood, after skirting around the four wolves fighting each other. "Oh my goodness, Carol. You'll be... fine." Some words of comfort. Carol's death would be the simplest option now that she knew they were lupus garous. Ravena was anxious for her to live.

In the fortress of the Southern pack, the clash between the Mexican wolf gang and the Southern pack had escalated into a full blown war. The Mexican wolf gang, led by the formidable Big Lee, stood poised with sophisticated weapons and a fierce determination. The Southern pack, who outnumbered the Mexican gang, fought with unwavering tenacity under the leadership of Norman, their venomous werewolf with the ability to launch poisonous spikes from his claws.

Instead he lunged at me. I watched in slow motion as Ethan’s wolf closed in. I noticed Alexander trying to intercept his attack. But I was faster. Even though my instincts told me to flee,my wolf rose forward instead,the fire in me roaring to life. I met him head on,our bodies colliding with a force that shook the ground. Pains shot through my shoulder as Ethan’s claw raked across my fur,but I refused to yield. My wolf growled fiercely,her glow flaring brighter as we pushed against Ethan's brute strength.

I take off my clothes and shift heading back to the bar, I need to make sure nothing else happens to that poor girl. I get back to the bar and hide in the tree line, she's still in the parking lot. I sit and watch as a car pulls in, 1967 Ford Mustang, flat black. I stand in the tree line watching the car, "that's my fucking car, who the hell has my car?" The door opens, her scent hits me before I see her long curly blonde hair, my heart skips a beat, "MATE," my wolf howls in my head. I crouch down in the bushes and watch as she sniffs the air and heads for the back of the building, "FUCK, no babygirl don't go there." I move through the trees to the back of the bar.

Looking at it now, I couldn't believe how foolish I'd been. "Elara." A voice came from the gate. I looked up. Silas stood there, a bag of fruit in his hand. Silas was a neighbor I'd met here. A native wolf of the Southern Pack. He ran a small architectural design studio. When I first arrived, I'd happened to apply for a position there. That was how we met. "How are you feeling today?" He walked in and set the fruit on the table. "Brought you some oranges. Thought you might like them."

Only one wolf had fur as black as the night itself and orbs red as burning coal, Vulcan, Azriel's wolf. What was he doing here? How did he.... Her thoughts were interrupted when another vicious growl echoed in the air followed by the rogue's attack on Vulcan. Vulcan snarled in response and dodged the rogue by jumping to the side. The rogue let out another dark growl but before he could turn around, Vulcan tackled him to the ground. He gave him no time to recover and aimed at his neck. His sharp canine pierced into his throat and tore it off in the twinkling of an eye. Blood flew out like rain.

After several somersaults down the cliff into the woods, their vehicle finally came to a halt when it collided with a tree trunk in the forest. Their vehicle now laid upside down in the middle of nowhere, the four wheels still rotating around the axles as the engines went ablaze. No one was conscious after the crash, but coincidentally a young boy happened to be close by. His name was Henry, the youngest member of the Carter werewolf family. Once he noticed the accident, he went over to offer some help but it was too late for Nicole’s parents, they had already succumbed to their injuries.