Rabid Synonym Novels & Stories

"Because a vampire and a wolf are together? Of course, I wasn't. Is that even conceivable? Darell did know the answer, if he were being completely honest at the time he asked that question. Marcelyn questioned bemusedly, "Will something bad happen if we have intercourse?" "Please stop using that word; it makes me feel ill. A better synonym would be "Sex". Or fuck." "Synonym. Hmm. Is having "synonyms" together going to have a bad outcome?" Not since he first overheard Marcelyn talking did Darell become more irate. He couldn't fathom how a woman like her, who was so threatening and feisty, could be so illiterate as to not understand basic grammar.

The Harley was dead, Sabrina was trembling, and the wolf inside her was howling one word over and over. Mate. Mate. Mate.

" I take what Kanye says into serious consideration because everything that he said was the truth. Not many of us have real friends that you'll ride with to the end, not me atleast. I have no friends, the only people I have ever considered a true friend are mass murderers and I'm currently on my way to snitch on them so I guess I'm not a real friend either. My concentration broke as a black suv pulled up beside me. I tried to keep a blank face and not turn around, acting as though I was too tuned into my music to notice them.

Henrick says, with a coldness in his eyes. I frown momentarily. “Excuse me?” “You heard me. Kill them all. Every last one of them that breathes and walks around your territory.” He emphasizes with a cold gaze that troubles me. “These wolves were once pack members, Henrick. They have families, pups even.” “And now they have the rabies. They have to go, Damian.” Henrick gesticulates. “These are not wolves anymore. They are an infection on your personality, a stain to your reputation.”

The twin brothers both look at themselves, wondering why she found it funny. "We didn't come up with it Jessica, we are rabid wolves". Beka said but Jessica still found it hard to believe. "Okay, what are rapid wolves???". Jessica asked. "Because all I could think of is she wolf, he wolf, werewolf, or is it..." "You don't know what it means to be a rabid wolf???". Maria snapped in and asked. Jessica shook her head negatively in response. The twin glanced at each other, knowing one of them will have to explain to her.

I say, locking eyes with Father, who seems to be thinking the same. “We can’t know if some of the ones in the camp are rabid, though,” Beta Ricardo says, his voice laced with worry. When a werewolf spends too much time without a pack, they start going mad. That’s what we call “rabid”. It’s not an actual disease, it’s just a natural effect of being a rogue. They become extremely violent and dangerous, and harder to fight. “Right now, we have the advantage,” Father weighs in. “They don’t know we’ve rebooted our system and know they’re there.”