Starrk Coyote Novels & Stories

I said, and he began to laugh. Sylvester was a tall muscular man. His hair was silver with bronze highlights. His eyes were bronze with specks of silver in them. The gamma spirit wolves were the only ones with two-coloured wolves, silver with bronze highlights. He was a very handsome man. The ladies that were in the cafe where we met kept staring at him. The waitress that served his coffee found a way to slip him her number. It was quite funny watching their reaction towards Sylvester. He had the same effect on human women. He was hot.

“So this is what you look like. The Millennium Coyotes.” Rayne taunts as he stands back in front of him. The Coyotes let out a laugh that sounded like the wheels of the carriage. His socket eyes stare back at Rayne, while his jagged teeth and bald head make him look like a ghost that dies from getting burned. “How could you? I want my face back,” the Coyotes affirmed in his deep and chilling voice, which would send a series of electricity down anyone's body at the gruesome image of him.

“ We don’t need to hurt each other, you just need to follow me and—” Reyna lunged at him, shifting in mid-air. The sound of bone popping and snapping filled the clearing as Reyna shifted and let out a furious growl. “ F*ck, they said it was double the amount.” cursed the Coyote as he backed away and raised his arms to shoot consecutive tranquillising darts at the wolf, infuriating the wolf even further. The female wolf shot at her attacker aiming at his throat, but the coyote sensing the threat immediately rolled out of the harm's way before she shifted as well, his coyote’s form was smaller than the wolf’s but it was fast, agile and swift as well when compared to the highly drugged wolf.

Ditto buddy! “What? You can fly over the river as a wolf?” I shot. “Almost, I am one of the fastest wolves in Astoria,” Kent said. Not bragging but just like it was a fact. “Why don’t you transform and I hop on your back? I can hold on pretty tight.” I suggested. Kent turned to me slowly. He looked beyond angry. “How dare you!” “What?” I asked, confused. “How dare you ask an Alpha to be your mule? I have never, will never, let anyone ride my back.” He explained further.

He hunches down and starts growling at me. I line up my shot, and just as the coyote starts towards me, I pull the trigger. He falls to the ground a pile of dead weight. Knowing Axel is going to come running I make quick work of picking up the coyote and getting him on the back of the four-wheeler. No sooner do I start the engine, then Axel comes running into view. "I'm okay, just got me a coyote." I smile at him. Taking a deep breath, Axel walks over and pulls me into his arms without a word.

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.