Zootopia Savage Novels & Stories

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

It’s why we left in the first place. It was the right call. It was unfortunate, yes, but her sacrifice wasn’t in vain. Lana is still alive. I don’t care that I’m alive, I was more concerned with saving Lana. I did my job and I hate that Cheryl paid the price. I wish it had been me, but Cheryl insisted she went ahead to scout the area. Worst case we were going to go back to the bathroom, all three of us. The bathroom didn’t have a window, well it did, but it was far too narrow and high for any of us to fit through. I’m not sure outside would have been much safer though. The savage rogues were everywhere; there were a couple dozen of them and savage wolves are hard to fight. They are pure anim

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.

*Boom* *Boom* *Boom* *Boom* *Boom* *Boom* Samoa and Joe watched wide-eyed as the creature that had toyed with them was mercilessly slammed onto the ground over and over again. This creature that easily wiped out half of the Scouting Party was like a helpless little bird in front of Rash Tiger. Several trees had been destroyed by Rash Tiger’s merciless tramping of the Giant Black Mamba. Its helpless cries filled the forest for about half a minute, before Rash Tiger finally ended its misery.

was the only thing on the menu. “THE LAURENT LEGACY OF BLOOD: FROM CRASH TO MURDER.” “INSIDE THE MIND OF A KILLER: WHY ELARA KNIGHT EXECUTED THE MATRIARCH.” “SILAS KNIGHT’S HEARTBREAK: ‘I TRIED TO SAVE HER FROM THE DARKNESS.’” Every tabloid had a photo of me from the safe house, looking wild-eyed and terrified. They played clips of my live stream from the gate, but this time, the "Savage" commentary was edited to sound like the ramblings of a sociopath.

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.

"Give me a heart of stone. Give me a mind of steel. Give me the capacity to be the monster they said I was." The Voice chuckled. It was a terrifying sound, like tectonic plates shifting. "A fair trade. The Architect for the Savage." The whiteness began to swirl. It turned grey, then black. A wind howled, smelling of antiseptic and blood. "One condition," the Voice added, as the world began to dissolve. "You will have your vengeance. You will have your empire. But you will walk alone. A Savage has no pack." "I don't need a pack," Vespera said. "I need a sword."

The roar was unmistakable, but they found it hard to believe. [Is that the Alpha?] Kane asked through the mind link, his voice laced with panic. [It can't be. Zeke saw him leave. We're wasting time. Kill the lycan.] Thorak snarled back. Kane started to lift the axe again when Kieran's voice thundered through the forest. "ZEKE!" A ball of flame followed and struck the pack. Hell broke loose as the Wildings and werewolves broke into a state of panic, diving for cover.

“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.