The Wolf's Car In Pulp Fiction Novels & Stories

“I can’t hold him off forever.” I scrambled up to my feet, even though my legs were still unsteady. Every instinct screamed at me to flee, but something was off. I couldn’t put a finger on it, and though I wanted to move my feet, my wolf wouldn’t budge. The brown rogue-like wolf lunged at Caroline. She moved like water slipping under his reach and driving the stake… No, it was now a silver dagger into the wolf’s chest. The wolf howled, the sound shaking the ground and trees, and then crumbled into dust, scattering in the wind.

I yelped in surprise and the car careened off for the trail for a few seconds before I regained control. “Come on, come on,” I muttered, willing the old car to hold together just a little longer. Another wolf lunged for the driver’s side window, its jaws a few inches away from my face. I screamed, instinctively pushing myself away from the window. The car spiralled out of control and just when I was sure I was going to crash and that I’d finally run out of luck, something extraordinary happened. Those flock of white birds – the same one that had been following me earlier and disappeared suddenly fluttered their dainty wings in front of the werewolf that was ready to attack me. One of the bir

Maybe I shouldn't have kicked them out so soon, but the thought of being in the same airspace as those assholes was too much for me to bear. There was movement on the screen as a pair of headlights came into view. I barely saw the shadow move as Wolf rolled beneath the car and out again. He hadn't even waited for the engine to be turned off, using the sound instead to camouflage his presence. He disappeared in the dark as the device came to life, sending a signal to my watch and another part of the dashboard screen.

We were parked in a gravel cutout, hidden and vulnerable. "Rogues," Selene whispered. Her voice was thin, brittle. I looked through the windshield just in time to see the lead Escalade soar into the air. It flipped like a toy tossed by a bored god. Gunfire tore through the quiet. A blur of grey and brown fur surged from the treeline, massive wolves ripping the car doors off their hinges with sickening cracks. They dragged the guards into the brush, jaws clamped on limbs, silencing their screams in the shadows.

As soon as I glance at the side mirror, I see three figures cut into the corner from behind us and a car in the front as well. My car screeched as the young driver slammed the brakes. Another two wolves stepped from the shadows ahead and my eyes narrowed. Rogues. Without hesitation, I stepped out of the car. There were five to six of them. “Oh no Alpha… I recently found my wolf, I’m not that skilled in…” The poor boy was trembling behind the wheel. “Stay in and lock up” I told him as I shut the car door at his wimpy ass. The rogues all shifted partially, claws extending as their eyes glowed faintly. I wonder how I’ve gotten an enemy so fast.

She pressed the button on the key to know which car it belonged she hurried dragged Vesper in the 2023 model black sedan parked at the end of the lot. “Hurry up and move.” She yelled hurriedly. She could sense the intense gazes of the wolves near them. The moment they got inside Alpha Qillalon arrived. He immediately blocked the car’s way. Slammed his hands on the car. His eyes turned wolfish. The warmth in his emerald eyes became cold and unreadable. He firmly placed his hands on the hood of the car his claw slowly growing and scratching the metal. The sound of his sharp nails against the car hood is aggravating and menacing.

The world tilted violently as the car slammed into the roadside barrier. The impact crushed metal inward, throwing bodies against seats, against doors, against each other. Pain flared through Archie’s side and Instinct took over as something inside him snapped. “Shift!” he roared. Around him, two other wolves landed, huge, trained, and controlled, his father’s guards were already in wolf form. Archie's fur was black as midnight, with a streak of silver running down his spine, glinting even in the smoke from the car crash.

I take off my clothes and shift heading back to the bar, I need to make sure nothing else happens to that poor girl. I get back to the bar and hide in the tree line, she's still in the parking lot. I sit and watch as a car pulls in, 1967 Ford Mustang, flat black. I stand in the tree line watching the car, "that's my fucking car, who the hell has my car?" The door opens, her scent hits me before I see her long curly blonde hair, my heart skips a beat, "MATE," my wolf howls in my head. I crouch down in the bushes and watch as she sniffs the air and heads for the back of the building, "FUCK, no babygirl don't go there." I move through the trees to the back of the bar.

Carr didn't feel the blow that hit him square in the forehead. His body flew through the air, hitting the back of his head on a large rock. The sickening thud went unheard by the fighting Were's. The crumpled body of the chocolate colored wolf lay still, his chest barely moving. Blood dripped from his nose.

Their scoundrel scent circulated in the air, oozing with the hunger to spill blood. “Jax, hounds.” I raced to grab him, but one hound leaped from the hood of the car, slamming Jax into the ashen coal tar, and he screamed in pain. The creature dislocated his shoulder. I kicked the ragged wolf off him and another tried to jump me, but I was fast enough to pull my dagger and slam it into the wolf's jugular. I lifted the dead wolf from the coal tar and plummeted it into the woods.