Pulp Fiction Wolf Car Novels & Stories

Lexi managed to jump over me and side kicked the wolf away from me. It flies back only to be replaced with another. Diesel grabs one by the legs and whips it over his head. We watch Lexi grab one, wrapping her tiny arms around the neck and body slam it to the ground with a thud. Leaves and dirt spray the air from the impact. Damn, she is quick. But I have no time to enjoy watching my mate be a badass. More of these fuckers keep coming. Where are they coming from? Razor sees one go for Lexi’s back. He runs over and shoves the wolf causing it to fall down. Razor stomps his large paw on it, holding it down. He lowers his head, grabs a leg in his teeth so hard I hear a break, then rips the leg

Nobody noticed as he walked down to the car port and turned the engine over. He made the forty-five-minute drive into Laramie, the whole time imagining the pummeling he would give Clara's pack member. For a while he debated on killing them, but he still needed a messenger. Sending a black and blue wolf would be enough to scare her into delaying a marking if that was what she had planned. When he came into town he spotted James and Marilyn parking the van. He kept out of view as they walked into a bar on the main street. Lucas pulled into a spot a few yards away and kept his eye on the door, waiting to spot the pack member. He couldn't believe his luck when down the street came the blond hair

Textbook. The tall officer brought his pistol up two-handed. “Police! Hands where I can—” The wolf turned politely, as if granting an audience, and punched the door in, “Back up whatever you are!” The werewolf snarled and stood up to intimidate him. “Pittiful,” he snarled. The officer fired—three neat centre-mass shots—and got rewarded with the wrong liquid misting the windscreen. The wolf went from polite to annoyed. It backhanded the officer across the bonnet and left him there, broken and knocked out in a pool of blood.

He appeared similar in age to Oliver's father, and by his position at the table next to the Alpha's chair, I had to assume he was someone very high up as well. "No," Parker growled with disgust and frustration. "They were too frail, on the verge of dying at any moment. From their taste, I would assume they were also already diseased or maybe even drugged. As soon as I made contact with the first wolf, its body crumbled. The impact killed it almost immediately. I was surprised they were able to make it as far onto our land as they did." I glanced back to Oliver as his hand tightened around mine. His jaw was tense, the muscle in his cheek flexing as he clenched his teeth.

Then, at last, the crunch of tires on gravel reached our ears, and a large truck rumbled into view, pulling up to the warehouse’s loading bay. A hooded figure emerged from the driver’s side, their face obscured in shadow. They made their way around to the back of the truck, unlatching the doors and hauling out a massive wolf. It crouched dazedly in the back, with a large, heavy chain around its neck. “Come on, beast,” the driver barked, yanking on the chains harshly. The wolf complied, almost stupidly, and it was then that I saw the blood and foam dripping out of its mouth. Was it drugged?

I got to markets and then; It all happened so fast, and in less than a second the roof of my car was skidding against the ground. An excruciating pain pulsated in my head as I crawled out from the bashed window. I had not seen the first wolf that slammed into my car and proceeded to rampage through the markets but I was fast enough to duck when the second wolf, pitch black fur with a white snout and he carried what seemed like a box strapped around his back leaped over my head.

AUTHOR'S P.O.V. In the shrouded shadows of the night, a formidable black wolf, with fur as dark as the abyss, prowled stealthily through the underbrush. Its eyes, glowing with a fierce, infernal red, were fixed intently on the men stationed outside the building. Despite its lupine form, it exuded a commanding presence over the armed men in their human guise. The wolf, driven by a singular purpose, was here for one individual – a target it was resolutely determined to eliminate this very night.

He knew what she was doing and he wouldn’t fall for it. As he continued fighting seeing he was winning, Veyra injured sent another signal. A massive rogue wolf approached not long after with blood drooling all over his fur, The Rocue was as Big as an Alpha wolf but hoi sfur was black with spots of rot but strangely it looked health.

By then, it’s too late, and the other wolf swoops in, planting both paws on the omega’s chest, teeth bared to close around his throat. Carlos twists his face away and his hands press against the wolf’s neck, barely keeping the deadly mouthful of teeth away from his throat. His fingers curl in the fur of the wolf, and he struggles to bring his legs up, only seconds away from what might be his own death, but then he pushes through and drives his knees repeatedly into the sensitive underbelly of the wolf until it yelps.

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.