Something Fierce Book Novels & Stories

That was a close call. He snapped back fiercely, his teeth aiming for Viper's flank, managing to tear through the fur and draw blood. Viper howled in pain and rage, spinning around to deliver a powerful swipe with his claws. Keir felt the sting across his face, the sharp pain briefly clouding his vision. Keir fought with a desperation born of survival. He knew that this was his final stand. If he failed, his pack would be annihilated. The memory of his fallen warriors fueled his rage, giving him the strength to endure Viper's painful assault.

A fierce and stubborn woman who makes Alby interested and challenged to get it. MEET ALESSIA MIKHAYLA__ is a beautiful 'secret agent' who is famous for being fierce and stubborn. Women who are free and don't like being regulated let alone being restrained seem to hate a lot of things. Including, Albyazka Stefano. Since their first meeting which could not be said to be good as well as other unexpected meetings that left a lot of bad events, Alessia's space for movement was limited. Alessia hates it. Hates the limitations of life like a pet bird because of Alby's actions as he claims to be a lover in front of the media.

I refused to let it go, clutching it harder. “Let go!” they demanded. “It’s just a book. Why do you want it,” ‘‘You could be hiding something in it,’’ They tried to rip it away from me, but I fought back with everything left in me. “No!” I shouted, pushing back, slamming my elbow into one of their ribs, feeling him grunt and stumble. Another tried to snatch it from my hands, but I spun, my wolf instincts clawing through, adrenaline flooding me. “This book—stays—with—me!” I screamed.

'God help her, give her strength. What else could I do but pray for this poor soul? ༻❁༺ The night was terrifying with snow storms hitting the window over and over again, the weather unexpectedly changed from serene to chaotic. Just like her life. Painful whimpers escaped her lips as she dragged her feet toward the full-length mirror. Her right hand clenched the white sheet against her naked body while the left one held the cold wall for support. There's a noticeable limp in her walk. Emma took in a shaky breath attempting to endure the agonizing pain between her legs but it was futile. The hours-long session had sapped all of her energy.

Could I really go through that again at the risk of losing all my progress? My eyes focused on the cracking ceiling. "I'll do my best to avoid that. We're mates, after all. If he can't handle me at my best, he doesn't deserve my worst." "Darling." My body felt oddly relaxed for the topic we were discussing. I ever so slowly shifted my gaze to Henry. Despite his title, Henry Furst resembled more of the everyday salaryman than a savage wolfman. He kept his chestnut hair an inch below the tip of his ear, always tousled.

Of course, Tobias calls out through the link, even in the heat of battle, he manages to get a quick jab in. ‘Welcome to Running River, Daya! Now help us tear this group of shitheads apart.’ Even if he is a giant goofball, he is clearly a fierce fighter. He is fending off two rogues. I notice Sage is close to him and she is easily handling a gross grey wolf with matted fur. I continue to scan the field; I have to squint to see through the smoke from the fires. I notice out of the corner of my eye a wolf about to jump Darius. I don’t even have time to think, I react.

The forsaken collapses, twitching before it finally falls still. The second one notices and comes barreling toward me. My heart slams painfully in my chest, fear and fury tangled together. With no time to think, I shift mid-charge, hurling myself against it with everything I have. Fur, claws, and teeth clash as we roll together in a brutal frenzy. Memories of pack training rush back, skills I thought long forgotten igniting as survival drives me.

pulsing and boiling. His eyes darkened. A rage swarmed within him. They had stolen this book and cut him off this power for weeks! He wasn't just here to take back what belonged to him, he was here to teach them all a lesson. He grabbed the book, holding it between his teeth, and glanced back at the whimpering she-wolf he hadn't finished off yet. From the way she fought, she was clearly a strong, important member of the Pack...so killing her would most definitely deal a fatal blow to the Timberfang Pack.

I opened the first page and read aloud: “Before a wolf is granted a title—before it is called Alpha or Beta, or even Omega—it must first wrestle with itself. Strength is not only in the body but also in the restraint of the heart. To bear the fire within without letting it consume you… that is the first test of any wolf.” The sensation I’d felt earlier tripled as I finished reading the first page. This time the pain was more dominant than any other emotion. It gripped me suddenly, causing me to groan before I could stop it. The book in my hands felt like an anchor, but no matter how tightly I clutched it, the pressure did nothing to steady me. A strange throb had started in my chest, faint a

I scooped Ethan into my arms and carefully untied his restraints. The bruising around his wrists and ankles only fueled my rage further. Just then, Andrew came into the bedroom. Without hesitation, I jumped at him and punched him twice. “You’re insane!” Putting his hand over his burning cheek, Andrew stared me down menacingly. I tuned him out and locked my eyes on Crystal, who was right behind him. “Monster!” I said indifferently before taking strides over and grabbing her collar. “Silas, have you lost—” Her words cut off.