Romans & histoires Wolf Mutt Hunger Games

“Here comes a wave….Meant to wash me away…..A tide that is taking me under...Swallowing sand….Left with nothing to say…My voice drowned out in the thunder….But I won't cry….And I won't start to crumble…..Whenever they try…To shut me or cut me down….I won't be silenced…..You can't keep me quiet…..Won't tremble when you try it…..All I know is I won't go speechless….’Cause I'll breathe….When they try to suffocate me…..Don't you underestimate me….’Cause I know that I won't go speechless….Written in stone…..Every rule, every word….Centuries old and unbending…..Stay in your place…..Better seen and not heard…..But now that story is ending…..’Cause I…I cannot start to crumble….So come on and try……Tr

He is a well-sheltered wolf. 'Why he sided to this rogues?' "Now…She was just ruining our mood here. It's time for her to see her beloved parent's show. Rogue, hold her tightly and let her watch how his parent's died." A were-rogue harshly grabs her, but she immediately clawed the rogue's chest resulting in his early death. 'None will mess up with my family or else death will be your sweet abomination.' TO BE CONTINUED…

There was something so savage about the whole kiss, something that made her think of wild, dangerous creatures. Jamie closed her eyes, letting herself fall into the hunger of the kiss. Immediately an image slashed into her brain, a drawing from the ancient book she'd been reading. The sketch was of a wolf, magnificent in its thick black pelt. But the face of the wolf made her think of Miko Volta's face and the stunning impact jolted her out of the kiss. "My god!" Jamie pulled her mouth away but Mike still held her head in his grasp. "What?" His voice sounded almost like a growl.

He really raised a killing human machine. A flash of memories comes back to his mind when he trains Mort at a young age as the next successor of the clan. Don Zagreus throw Mort into the lair of wolves. He thought his grandson would never come out alive, but Don Zagreus was surprised when it came out of the den carrying half the head of a rogue wolf with its tongue still hanging out and its eye sticking out. Young Mort slaughtered the wolf dearly with his bare hand. No glint of emotion can be seen in his eyes. It was dark and devoid of life. Mort tossed it in front of him and left without a word.

Kate asked lowly as she took a bite of her food. "Nanny Suzette is pretty much everything, she raised us when we were born," I answered as I took my bowl to the sink. "Did you tell Kate the good news?" "Oh, my goddess how could I forget?!" Thyri screeched as she rose from her chair. "My wolf, she came out, Kate I have a wolf!" It was at that time that Kate, Thyri, and Darrell began crying. We walked outside so we could take a run. I watched as Thyri became her beautiful white wolf and Kate became a reddish brown wolf. My brother turned into his large black one and looked on as Darrell turned into a gray wolf, uncommon except for pack members from a pack that was no longer around.

Alpha Goan knew this wasn't how his son's wolf dominates him, what's happening? Before he could make another blink, Alpha Lucius already changed to his wolf which was originally white but this time, it had stripes of black at the tip of its nose. In a second, it attacked Luna Howell that was still by the window.

Cerridwen tried to explain, tried to pull back away from the terrified youngsters, but Melody was beyond her reach, her beautiful golden eyes turned blood red as she bared her fangs that now dripped with her venom. Her golden coat was covered in their blood, her ears lay flat against her head and her powerful back legs tensed as she prepared to finish them off. Loki knew what he had to do, Melody was going to kill the youngsters and he had to stop her, mind-linking Othello he said

Mine was a Werewolf—a tall and bitchy Werewolf. "You're the mutt," she said with distaste as soon as I walked into the room. "Mutt?" I asked. "The half-breed dog," she said venomously. "Yes, yes, I am," I replied, putting down the little box of essentials I was holding. I was far too tired to have to deal with a bitch, so I just decided to ignore her and leave her to her devices. I went back out and got my crate of boxed food, and then as I was heading back into the room, I felt something, or rather someone, jump at the contents of the crate in my hands.

He landed on the ground a few feet in front of the small wolf with the purple eyes--okay, Raven--and began to roll around, yipping and yelping in pain. “Who wants to be next?” I asked, forming another ball of fire in my hand. The other black wolves looked around as the one I’d hit with the fire finally managed to get the flames out. He pulled himself up to standing, and even though there was a large patch of fur missing on his chest, and the burn was beginning to crust over, he snarled at me, as if to say he wasn’t giving up.

Especially not a mutt. No, I don't think she deserves to be tortured, but there is a reason packs aren't allowed to keep mutts alive. They don't belong anywhere, just like Jane. She does not belong in a pack or in a coven. I run my hand across her bloodied face, pushing her white hair from the staining red that continues to drip into the snow. If only I hadn't stormed off the way I did. Of course, she doesn't like wolves. Look what they've done to her!