Romans & histoires Quotes Savage

It is an old proverb that I've spoken this way, but seeing these men now, many of their heads tilted while their jaws set hard, I know that they have understood my intentions. Yet another reason why I prefer speaking to male wolves than She- wolves; just one proverb can get a message into their heads.

Just then, an electric scooter suddenly shot toward me out of nowhere. The front wheel slammed into my shin. I hit the ground hard, my palms scraping across the floor as a wave of pain crashed over me. Miles went pale, jumped off the scooter, and reached to haul me up. "Rowan, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hit you. Please don't be mad." I hadn't even answered when Grandma's furious voice rang in my head. "That punk did it on purpose! He pulled the same stunt in the past life, too! He was always playing dumb or twisting things to frame Rowan, and Elena fell for it every time. Neither of them is any good!"

savannah pov As I speed away from the school I know I need to talk to someone about what to do about my mate. rejecting him will hurt both of us, it could even kill our wolves, and with that thought I have Sadie whimpering in my head. I promise Sadie, it's a last resort the moon goddess must have a plan. she doesn't make mistakes, she must see some potential in me, in him , or hell even us together, I'm not sure but who am I to question her will. I'm too scared to go home my father will be livid I ditched school and if I told him why I ditched who knows how he would react. what would my parents say when I told them I found my mate and his pack isn't even an hr away, I'm sure with just that n

Jax POV Savannah called out to me just in time, I swung to the side and watched the two rogues that came for me from behind snap at air. I kicked my hind legs out at the one closest to me, sending him staggering backwards and as the other saw the opening for an attack, Savannah slid in on her knees again, she loves that move and stood up, as she did she brought her claw up with her slashing the rogue wolf's throat open. “MINE” she roared.

Savanna introduces, glancing at me out of the corner of her eye. Savanna's words had barely registered in my head but I caught her last words. Pack doctor of the rogues pack?! I gape and my eyes widen in disbelief. The words hit me like a slap. "Wait... I’m in the Rogue Pack?" I ask, my voice trembling. Rogues are supposed to be cruel, merciless, and bloodthirsty vampires, feral wolves who show no mercy, not saviors. I remember I have had my own unfortunate fair share of them these past weeks; I almost died.

“I was talking to a friend of mine in the Wild Claw pack about you. Saying how I am in love with you, and you were different from everyone else.” “WHAT!” Savage cries out in devastation. “But why would that cause them to attack our pack? How could you cause them to attack and kill everyone?” “I didn’t know until after the attack that you were part of the prophecy and my friend made assumptions that led to our family, friends, and pack to being killed. I am so sorry.” I cry out, dropping to my knees on the floor. Savage's eyes were wide with shock and disbelief as she processed the weight of the revelation. She reached out a trembling hand to touch my shoulder, her expression a mix of anguish

It was Vanessa who was passing on messages to the villagers for me. Ever since the day I confronted them, the villagers had begun to respect and admire the wolves for all they had sacrificed and done for them through the generations. With the elders no longer terrorizing everyone with the threat of a blood moon sacrifice, the villagers had shown their admiration in other ways, like leaving baskets of baked goods and sweets at the edge of the forest.

I thought I could survive him. But no one survives Zane Wilde. Not untouched. Not unchanged. I was supposed to guard my heart. But love doesn’t follow rules. Now I’m left piecing together what’s left of me while he walks away untouched—like he never bled me dry. He left a ruin where my heart used to be. A story where silence should have been. And still… I’d choose him all over again. Because that’s the thing about savage love— It doesn’t ask for permission.

“Yeah, me too! I want something wild. Something completely out of character. Sex in public, maybe? I've been a good girl for too long. Oh, how I want my Alpha crush would appear out of nowhere and have his way with me.” “Alpha crush?” I asked hastily, knowing they'd have to face me shortly. How the hell was I supposed to know what I wanted when I haven't even experienced sex itself? “Alpha Leon. Have you guys heard of him?” Layla nodded. “The pure-blood? I heard he is dangerous. People get scared shitless just from the mention of his name. They call him Savage Alpha, the bringer of death because that's what he does. He kills.” I leaned in closer, my curiosity in the story unexpectedly piqued

She needed to relax and think clearly. Retrieving her laptop from her bag she opened the search bar and began typing what she just witnessed. Several articles popped on the screen as she went through dozens of them. It was terrorizing how most of them were connecting these things to a supernatural being, werewolves. Some articles stated that it was just a myth and they didn't exist but some articles elaborated that if they were just a myth then how come humans knew so much about them? It was also mentioned that they had evolved throughout the centuries and had adapted to live among the humans camouflaging their identity. Ava couldn't sleep that night, she had read hundreds of articles and no