Romans & histoires Zootopia Nick Goes Savage

"I was supposed to convince Daisy to come with me willingly. Then I was going to drug her and take her to Anna's new hideout. Anna wanted to... well, let's just say she wanted to make sure Daisy's baby was never born." I gasped and put my hands protectively over my belly. Nick roared with rage. "You were going to hurt a pregnant woman and her innocent child?" "Hey, don't blame me," Mathew said. "Anna is the one who wants revenge. I'm just doing this for the money." That's when Nick lost control. He shifted into his wolf form right there in the garden. Nick's wolf was huge and black, with glowing yellow eyes full of fury. He growled so loudly that it sounded like thunder.

Zoe asked sweetly. "Bitch," Crystal said with a mouth full of blood, making it come out more like a gurgle. Zoe stood up and stamped her heel into Crystal's hand, feeling the bones break beneath her foot. She didn't typically like to cause pain, but Crystal needed to be taught a lesson, and Zoe was more than happy to give it to her. She looked up at Ryder and her parents, expecting them to look disappointed, but they were beaming at her. "You're taking to being a lycan quite well," Nick said. Chase's head shot up, and looked at the king.

Their agitated pacing tells me how much they wish they could join, but someone has to watch our other sides or we risk an attack on all sides. Nick is a hair faster than me, and I follow as we get closer to the noise. Now that we’re closer I see more. Lights in all colors like little lightning strikes. Smoke. Blazing fire. Fireballs in the air heading towards our frontline. Nick heads left and I see an opportunity I can’t pass up. There’s a brat throwing zaps at several wolves and she’s so distracted in all the chaos that she doesn’t see me approach from behind a bush. I lash out quickly and take a strategically-placed bite into her neck.

Meanwhile, Zion watched them leave before he shifted his gaze to the lone bodyguard with a frown on his face. Ah, how troublesome! Then, he found a tranquilizer dart and he used a blowgun to fire it at the bodyguard.? ? With a loud thud, the bodyguard's large frame crashed to the ground.? "Bingo!" Then, Zion jumped up happily and he quickly let down a rope out of the window before he climbed down.? This was one of the many skills he had learned from Nick while Zion was with him.?? That small tranquilizer dart could knock out an elephant, so Zion was sure that the bodyguard was out cold.?

Calm and steady. The first bone to crack is my spine. Nick lays beside me and shifts himself. His big black wolf lays beside me and lean into him for comfort. My arms dislocate at the shoulders as my hands become paws. My body spouts fur as my legs seem to shrink. I feel my face change but as I look into Nick’s wolf eyes I don’t hurt as much anymore. When I get on all fours Nick stands too. That was the moment I knew.

I asked Robert, trying to engage him in a conversation so we don't bore ourselves by just staring. "I never disliked you," he replied "being mean to rogues and their family members is a compulsory treatment. We do that to dissuade pack members from committing crimes that could cause the pack to cast them out. Although Luna Michelle took matters too far with you when she had you punished for the moonstone," he completed, and I bowed my head, remembering the event. It was one of the unforgettably painful moments that I knew I would never forget.

Nick is in agreement. Zinnia and Crescenda both had come forward earlier. Each took their turns marking him with our canines, embodying him with our power. When Zinna pulled our teeth from his neck and ran our tongue across the mark, Nick let out a loud brutal groan. The sound alone had sent a puddle of heat to my core. I was instantly aroused, but he had finished before I ever touched his dick. Power is seductive, it excites every part of the body. I guess my girls gave him a little more than he bargained for.

For some reason, I wanted to lean into him—I truly wanted to—but then, a distant sound echoed through the tunnel. Splash. Splash. Splash. Rhythmic. Heavy. Multiple sets of boots. “Shit. They’re here,” Sasha hissed, her scalpel ready. Nick’s expression shifted instantly. The bumbling neighbor was gone. The man who stood before me now was a wall of muscle and suppressed violence, his eyes darkening to the color of midnight. “Get on the bike, Zosia,” he commanded, his voice a low, terrifying rumble. “What? Both of us?”

They walked ten minutes under there before they spotted a skinny, tattooed guy dressed like a punk with green hair. The guy ran as soon as he saw Joey. He didn’t get very far. Joey could run five times faster than any thug he ever chased. “Yo ... yo ... yo ... my man Sling ... where are you running to, buddy?” Joey hooked his arm around Sling’s neck. The green-haired guy turned pale. “Hey, Joey, I didn’t see you comin’ ... just hang ... you know?” he stuttered. “Come on ... let’s go somewhere private where we can talk.” Joey led him to a dark alleyway by one of the shops.

"Mr. Callen, you spent millions of dollars creating this one-of-a-kind 'love'." He paused, then casually tossed one of the broken watch parts into a nearby trash bin. "Now, it's worth nothing, just like your love." Andrew's words struck Jerome silent. His face first drained of color, then flared red, and he didn't even notice Cassidy tugging frantically at his sleeve. "You bastard!" Kylie appeared beside us and slapped Jerome hard across the face. "What have you done?" The livestream chat exploded instantly. "Holy crap! Noelle's mother-in-law is so cool! That slap is the best moment of the year!"