Starrk Coyote Novels & Stories

Her Crimson-Ruby eyes swept the room once—disdainful, amused, untouchable. Behind her, one step to the right and slightly behind like a loyal shadow, came Remy Tsatoke. Coyote Shifter. Grandson of the Caddo Nation Trickster God. Hair shaved on the sides, long black top braided with silver beads and red cord, black tactical jacket open over a crimson T-shirt, combat boots, and a single silver fang wristband that matched the queens’—but his carried an extra rune: a stylized coyote paw print etched in deep violet. His eyes were storm-gray with a ring of molten gold—trickster fire barely leashed. He carried no weapon. He didn’t need one.

"Uhm, can I have your ticket?" Kane raised a brow, amusement flickering in his blue eyes. "Ticket?" he repeated, his voice deep, teasing. The redhead—Mona, according to her name tag—bit down on her plump lower lip, her gaze darting everywhere except at him. "Sorry, it's just... you look familiar." That made him chuckle. Oh, really? He tilted his head slightly, his gaze flickering to the large poster plastered beside her booth—a giant picture of himself, fists raised, the underground champion.

Above being the cover story of Rolling Stone like some kind of rock star of telecommunications. He was nothing but a big jerk.

She tells me " What? " I asked " Red Fox tried to beat Mrudula but Iron Coyote defend her, My lady it has never happened before after he left people were laughing behind his back because the one who is considered to be in love with whore is knowns is leftover eater to the barbarian, " She told me everything. " Michelle, Iron Coyote is a monster, he will hurt her "I was scared

To my left were the speckling lights of a distant town. Lykoan’s wolf growled behind me. It cut across the sky and stabbed the moon. It was the scariest thing that I ever heard. I knew he was shifting. He was howling for his mate and his desire tore at my heart. It caused my wolf to use her strength against me. “Go back! Go Back to Sultan!” Starr snapped in my head. I realized that it was the name of his wolf. Cute. Looking behind always made the movie characters trip and fall. It was a common mistake I refused to make in this reality. So, I kept my sight ahead of me.

Alexander seated in his throne with legs crossed as he gazed on the clan members below him. They were all laughing and celebrating because of the success in their bombardment to the L.A headquarter. Not only that, they were able to capture potential men and women who will be used in dealing with the their clan activities. Just then the door suddenly opened that made everyone froze and tilted their heads into the entrance door. The representatives of the other two factions made their grand entrance with the leadership of Sam Well , the second Boss of the Black Wolf's faction. Alexander noticed a young boy being carried by Melo, the new representative of the Fary Wolf Clan faction. He noticed

Unaffected by the catcalls, she kisses the hell right out of him. Unfortunately, watching them is like staring at a horrific traffic accident. You don't necessarily want to watch, but you're helpless to rip your gaze away. "Guess the tables have turned and you're the one stalking me now." My heart skips a beat as I spin toward the deep male voice. Before I turn, I know exactly who I'll find. Cole. "Well, damn. I guess you caught me." I almost cringe as the words fly out of my mouth. My heart pounds painfully into overdrive. The last thing I want is for him to think I've turned into a fangirl.

The hyenas, much like the jackals and the coyotes, always seemed to cause trouble and unrest wherever they went, scavengers and bullies. Parker slid off the stool, his beer in one hand as he tapped the bar with his other. He leaned over the bar, taking in the others, but not taking another seat. "What usually happens to weak men? A woman." Then Parker laughed as he shook his head. "With all the women down there, your little fox fell for a coyote, and coyotes hate humans." He shrugged. "I'm pretty sure she's jerking more than just his chain, if you know what I mean?" He tapped the bar again and walked toward the back of Shades where a couple of others sat around a table sipping beer and laugh

It was a large coyote, moving slowly closer to the little puppy. “Terrence!” she shouted, her voice urgent, as the coyote got no more than thirty or forty feet from tiny Shep. “I see him,” Terrence called back, his eyes fixed on the predator. He bent down and dug under the snow, grabbing some rocks and sticks and throwing them carefully at the hungry coyote. The animal yelped when a small rock hit it, but it didn’t run like a coyote usually would when scared by a human. Terrence cursed at it, yelled, and kept throwing anything he could find at the stalking predator, but the coyote just let out a low, feral growl.