Quotes Savage Novels & Stories

Chavias noted. “Best be quick. They’re not far behind.” “Oh, I left a woman for them to chase.” Savage dismissed. “You’re feeding them a live woman?” Chavias was horrified. Feeling a tinge of disappointment that the glimpses of humanity he’d seen in the younger man had been an illusion. “No.” Savage straightened. To sway a boot through the dirt. “I smeared her with their droppings and told her to hide once she got deep in the trees. They won’t find her.”

Van asked. He sounded than incredulous the pregnant chick had when she'd smelled it. Did they not like butterscotch? "And," Cade sniffed experimentally, "hazelnut?" And suddenly, I was prey, and they were the bloodthirsty wolves.

"Listen up ,you Miss Nobody , i don't care where you should go to sleep ; even if you have to go in a pigsty to do so, i would never give a fuck. So from now on, you do your things , and i do mine! Got it? " " Can you tell me why you're so harsh with me ? " "YOU EXIST. " "I know that we don't know each other and..." "And i'm not interested in knowing you, so go now! " "I think that, it's useless...trying to talk to you...you'll always find a way to humiliate me as if i was a rag... I don't deserve this ... and i'm a victim, just like you! " "Should i pity you? No! I don't and i won't ! "

I feel Reagan move behind me from right to left, as if contemplating his words. “What was the she-wolf doing that caused Samson to kill her?” she says over my left shoulder. He grits his teeth but doesn’t answer. “Do you remember, Samson?” Alayla asks. She’s forward and obviously doesn’t like Markus either. Samson eagerly answers her. “The only reason I can think that I would kill a she-wolf is if she tried to have sex with me and I declined, but she didn’t take no for an answer, my mate.”

Savannah Lea frowned impatiently and urged her. "Come closer and let's talk." Shanee Hawkings gestured her finger at Savannah Lea. Although Savannah Lea was impatient, she still did as she said. Then, Shanee Hawkings raised her hand unexpectedly and slapped her hard! Savannah Lea tilted her head; her hair was messy and it stuck all over her face. She stretched out her hand and stroked it. She stared at Shanee Hawkings and said, "You're insane!"

It’s why we left in the first place. It was the right call. It was unfortunate, yes, but her sacrifice wasn’t in vain. Lana is still alive. I don’t care that I’m alive, I was more concerned with saving Lana. I did my job and I hate that Cheryl paid the price. I wish it had been me, but Cheryl insisted she went ahead to scout the area. Worst case we were going to go back to the bathroom, all three of us. The bathroom didn’t have a window, well it did, but it was far too narrow and high for any of us to fit through. I’m not sure outside would have been much safer though. The savage rogues were everywhere; there were a couple dozen of them and savage wolves are hard to fight. They are pure anim

THEY NEED THEM. Malisha, Beatrice and Linda are cooler than cucumbers. Linda and Beatrice look at each other while Malisha stares ahead. They all know what this means. The Savages need them. They want their blood or child. Malisha casts a spell for revelation. It then shows the known aims of the savages. Apparently, they thought about using Beatrice and David, or their offspring, but a prophecy spoke of a union greater than that.

“A werewolf? But… I thought they didn't exist!” “But we do. Aren't I?” “Uhm…honestly I thought that was a baby goat” Madonna scoffed loudly. Unknowingly, her words struck Savannah's heart, yet she smiled to hide the pain. “Y…yeah. I'm…a fragile wolf” She muttered, sadness laced through her tone. Madonna figured she hurt her feelings, but when she tried to apologize, Savannah spoke again. “Anyway, I appreciate you taking that thing out” She glanced at the bloodied knife that's placed on a small table. Madonna seemed perplexed, then again Savannah was quick to clear her confusion.

It helps a great deal that it’s a warm, quiet night, and the only sound I hear is the rustle of the leaves and squirrels scurrying. That’s one of the reasons I’m called Savage. Another Confradia agent, who unfortunately is deceased, gave me the name after being paired a few times. He noticed that I was very good at tracking prey. He said I reminded him of the Navajo warriors who stalked their prey, snuck upon them, and conquered them. He dubbed me savage after that— and it stuck. Before my father died, we used to go camping, and he’d train me in tracking and living off the land. That was his legacy to me. Other agents have made other inaccurate observations, but I let them. I figure it help

Savannah’s voice rose, trembling with rage. “What are you going to do?” Lena asked cautiously, her concern evident. Savannah’s lips curled into a feral snarl. “What am I going to do? I’ll make her regret the day she crossed me. No, I’ll make sure she pays. I’ll make sure she suffers.” Lena swallowed hard. “Savannah… you’re not talking about—” “I’ll kill her,” Savannah spat, her voice cold and final. “She thinks she can play a dangerous game with me? She has no idea who she’s messing with.”