Zootopia Savage Novels & Stories

I sigh back. "We have no beef with Savage. We want her to atone for her sins. She killed my mate in cold blood, "I sigh. "Before she ran, she said your mate was abusing a teenager." I watch his eyes and posture he stiffens up. Guilt briefly enters his eyes before he mask it.

Samantha didn’t get the gist of what had happened to Zachary—Zack for short and what he preferred to be called—but she knew that Zack had been going through some rough shit since his accident—an attack upon his personnel by the rogue that worked together with dirty, filthy humans to take down the wolves in the sacred forest of Paphos. ’It would seem that you are not happy with the match, Sam,’ Scarlet asked as images were flying through her head. Samantha frowned, rubbing her chest as she remembered the imprint that had happened between them. The images… were not the ones that needed to be repeated inside her head, over and over again.

I asked her in surprise. “Well, if you think it's Azael’s blood inside a sausage, then yes. Yes, it is,” she replied with a smug smirk. “So simple, yet so genius,” Savannah complimented Kali. Kali dipped her head at Savannah, acknowledging her admiring comment, and then she went over to the security panel and placed the sausage on the sensor. She held her other hand up and crossed her fingers. My hands were in my pockets, but I joined in and crossed them in secret. I heard the needle shoot into the sausage the retracted back. Nothing happened, and the seconds that passed felt like hours. I held my breath and then exhaled with relief when the panel beeped, and the numbers for the cage doors l

Blaze asks from the side. “We find them, we draw them out. We burn everything they own to the damn ground. We are fucking one percenters. We take what is theirs, we bring them to their damn knees, and then we kill them all. But I want the higher-ups alive. I want Foxy and the scumbags that did this alive. We have work, boys. Let’s get planning, shall we?” They all say aye and I smirk. Teagan thinks I’ve lost that savagery. I’m going to show her why they call me Savage!

"I can't believe he actually thinks he's superior, even when he's living off her. That's next-level pathetic!" Seeing the tides turning against him, Jack pointed at me and shouted, "Recording me in secret is a violation of my privacy, Suzanna!" I slipped the voice recorder back into my bag and shrugged. "What would it be when the security guards pinned me down and tried to take my recorder earlier? Was it considered false imprisonment or attempted robbery?"

Taking advantage of the chaos, Wigdon made for the same fence he’d just scaled to gain access in the first place, an attempt to escape. “Dammit!” Aaron shouted, and unwilling to let this one get away, he sprinted the length of the gorilla building, knowing Wigdon would likely pass by in a second. As soon as the Vampire appeared beneath him, Aaron launched himself off the roof, taking the Vampire completely by surprise. Before he could even make a sound, Aaron had him by the head, and a few seconds later, there was nothing left but a pile of ashes. Without a word, he dusted his hands off on his pants and made his way out of the zoo toward their vehicles.

Samantha. I arrived in wolf form to witness the chaos. There were a lot of dead bodies on the ground. Innocent people, presumably passersby were either injured or lying dead on the street. Sylvester had managed to kill some apex wolves, too but they were still many. It was almost as if they were taunting him.

] BaoBao cried out. /Yeah, I smell her./ Zira did not sound pleased. [Arghhh she's going to get you in trouble!] BaoBao cried out in frustration for Zira. Everyone looked at Hector for directions. Seeing Hector focus on the buffalo, they did so as well. It took mere seconds to catch the buffalo as a pack. However, there was no time for Zira to revel in her amazement. The moment they claimed the buffalo's life, Hector dashed towards Neoma. Zira reacted fast and was hot on his heels, and the others behind her.

His pack followed silently, trusting every instinct sharpened by the connection pulsing through them. He spotted Selene’s lieutenant leading a new wave of attackers, civilians caught between their lines. The bond surged in his chest like fire, warning, guiding, demanding restraint. “No unnecessary casualties,” he whispered. His claws and strikes moved faster than thought, a dance of destruction tempered by instinct. The lieutenant fell, and the remaining agents scattered, but the cost was clear. Buildings were damaged, pack members injured, and Luca himself bore new cuts and bruises. He felt the bond’s pulse tighten—a reminder that every choice carried consequence.

“Just so you know, I don’t like you. There’s something about you that infuriates me. You look really lifeless. If you're planning to betray him, just a friendly reminder: Dmitri will kill you before you escape.” I furrowed my brows in confusion, caught off guard by her declaration. “What?” “My intuition is never wrong. You don’t look like one of us. I just can’t prove it yet.” Whatever. I didn’t bother to retort. Soon, Ivanos returned with our orders. He hadn’t gotten anything for himself—just us. All of a sudden, Sofia sprang up when her phone buzzed with a notification. “I need to use the restroom.” Ivanos attempted to follow her like a little puppy following its master.