Savage Zootopia Novels & Stories

Alpha Zoe asked breathlessly while trying to catch her breath. “There is a good news and a bad news,” Talon said while scratching the back of his head nervously. “Shoot ahead,” Zoe ordered. “So Samantha and her wolf survived and our back to recovering completely physically. That is the good news,” Zarek quickly said before Talon could reply. “And now Talon will tell the rest,” he shoved the other Alpha in front of him and then ran away.

Samantha. I arrived in wolf form to witness the chaos. There were a lot of dead bodies on the ground. Innocent people, presumably passersby were either injured or lying dead on the street. Sylvester had managed to kill some apex wolves, too but they were still many. It was almost as if they were taunting him.

Zuri wrapped her arms around her own waist, holding herself as if physically trying to keep from falling apart. "One night, the perimeter alarms failed," Zuri continued, her breathing becoming ragged. "A pack of the Savage Men breached the outpost. But they didn't just attack like mindless animals, Mwajey. That is the lie people tell to make the monsters seem less cruel. They retained the vindictive, sadistic nature of the male spirit. They knew exactly what they were doing." Mwajuma’s blood ran cold. She leaned closer, her massive hand hovering near Zuri’s back, wanting to comfort her but afraid of breaking the fragile moment.

"As I previously stated, we are often not in control of our faculties whenever the wildness assumes dominion. We cannot be held accountable for our actions during those periods. Warnings are frequently issued, yet they are consistently disregarded, and those who fail to heed them invariably pay the ultimate price for their disobedience." I subtly twitched my eyebrows, flattening my mouth in a gesture of skepticism. "Well, I, too, am not inclined to heed warnings. It is abundantly clear that I am destined to be the next victim." "You will not be harmed. Your blood possesses the ability to neutralize the wildness's effects," Caspian asserted, his voice firm.

"Our portfolio includes a ski resort, two tech startups, and significant real estate holdings. We're quite profitable." "And finally, Jasper." Sylvia's voice cooled slightly. "He represents the younger wolves. Those who have... concerns about the old ways." Jasper met my eyes. "I represent the wolves who think we should stop hiding. Stop pretending to be human. The world is changing — surveillance, DNA testing, social media. It's only a matter of time before we're exposed. Better to control the narrative than be caught off guard." "Jasper's views are not shared by the majority," Sylvia said firmly.

He grabbed my hair and pushed me into a black van with a bunch of other girls and boys from our village. Terrified and crying, we huddled together in fear. Samana sat beside me. I held her trembling hands. The vans began to move. “Where are they taking us?” She asked in a frightened voice. “I don't know.” I tried to stare out the window, but it was pitch dark, and I could see nothing. “Zahra?” Samana questioned in a shaking voice, and a sob left me. I shook my head. My sister was gone; they had burnt her inside the house.

Then something changed in his face—his expression darkening as his eyes darted past her. “Unless… you’ve already fallen.” Ava turned. And froze. Kain stood at the edge of the clearing—barefoot, shirtless, his body already beginning to change. Bones cracked beneath his skin, shoulders widening, claws forming at his fingertips. “You won’t touch her,” Kain growled. The brother bared his teeth. “You can’t protect her from the truth!” They lunged at each other—two beasts ripping into the clearing like storms colliding. Flesh met claw. Roars tore through the trees. Ava screamed as they slammed against the stones, fury echoing into the night.

Hearing Zoey’s story, Baby Z looked at Tristan and asked him. “Daddy swans are werewolves too?” And that’s it. All this time Tristan watched Zoey, wondering how the hell she resists in front of him, how she ignores the mate bond, when he is little and has a heart stroke. “Werewolves?” Zoey asked and started to laugh, making Tristan’s heart skip a beat. “You have a vivid imagination, baby girl” and caressed the top of her head but offering her hand to Baby she, Zoey says.

With that, Jae piloted the AB jet, and it took off from the Solitaire Bower prison, flames engulfing its northern cave. The next day, Ravyn, Erios, and Zamonte visited the zoo to observe rare animals. They marveled at the exotic creatures and learned about their habitats and conservation efforts. In the evening, they attended a highly anticipated concert featuring popular artists on tour in Aelsala Capital. Zamonte had secured front-row tickets for all three of them. The concert venue was filled with vibrant live music performances, ranging from solo artists to bands with captivating vocals and energetic melodies. The crowd's cheers and applause filled the air as the lights danced to the rhy

Suddenly Both Luna and Lucas felt their hearts pound violently. They froze. Clar. She must be in danger. Closing their eyes, they focused on the location of their beast mark. Lucas, being slightly higher-ranked, sensed it first. “Clar… northeast!” Luna followed, though the signal was faint. Both of them tried to break free from the swarm of rogue beasts But Zane suddenly appeared before them. A wicked smile curled on his lips. “Didn’t expect such a small Elk Tribe to produce another Level Six beastman.” “Let me test you myself.”