Savage Zootopia 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.”

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.

"What are they calling me?" Darius finally let out a short laugh. "The Savage Luna." I froze. I stared at him, my mouth dropping open slightly. I was completely dumbfounded. "The what?" I asked, my voice flat. "The Savage Luna," Darius repeated, and this time he didn't even try to hide his grin. "People are talking about the way you handled Rydan. They’re saying you didn't just kill him, you ended a whole era with total brutality. They saw the way you stood between two Alphas and told them both to back off. They think you're a force of nature, Lyra."

But I'm not a criminal! “There!” Sasha screamed, pointing right at me again like she was proud. “She murdered Liam! That thing is not human, it’s an abomination!” The moment her words hit the air, red laser sights flicked onto my chest, guns were drawn, trained and safety catches clicked. “Violet Black!” one of them shouted. “You are under arrest for the suspected murder of Liam Henry!” I stumbled backward, shaking my head violently. “What?! No... how is a slap supposed to kill a fully grown man?! That doesn’t even make sense!”

“Just so you know, I don’t like you. There’s something about you that infuriates me. You look really lifeless. If you're planning to betray him, just a friendly reminder: Dmitri will kill you before you escape.” I furrowed my brows in confusion, caught off guard by her declaration. “What?” “My intuition is never wrong. You don’t look like one of us. I just can’t prove it yet.” Whatever. I didn’t bother to retort. Soon, Ivanos returned with our orders. He hadn’t gotten anything for himself—just us. All of a sudden, Sofia sprang up when her phone buzzed with a notification. “I need to use the restroom.” Ivanos attempted to follow her like a little puppy following its master.

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.

The violet sun had dipped below the horizon, and the bioluminescent moss was casting long, eerie green shadows across the petrified wood. A heavy, wet thud echoed near the southern perimeter. Mwajuma moved instantly, her Battle IQ engaging. She crossed the deck, her massive boots silent, until she found the source of the noise. A single Savage Man had managed to scale the roots. It was massive, its grey skin covered in the toxic slime of the mist, its chaotic purple eyes darting wildly. It had not yet noticed the Anvil standing in the shadows. Mwajuma didn't shout. She didn't raise an alarm. She simply stepped forward and slammed her heavy boot down on the wood.

"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.