Zootopia Savage Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Yeah, me too! I want something wild. Something completely out of character. Sex in public, maybe? I've been a good girl for too long. Oh, how I want my Alpha crush would appear out of nowhere and have his way with me.” “Alpha crush?” I asked hastily, knowing they'd have to face me shortly. How the hell was I supposed to know what I wanted when I haven't even experienced sex itself? “Alpha Leon. Have you guys heard of him?” Layla nodded. “The pure-blood? I heard he is dangerous. People get scared shitless just from the mention of his name. They call him Savage Alpha, the bringer of death because that's what he does. He kills.” I leaned in closer, my curiosity in the story unexpectedly piqued

Savage listens without interrupting, her face a mask of concentration as she processes the information. When I finish speaking, there is a heavy silence that hands between us like a shroud. Savage turns away, her hands clenching into fists at her sides as she struggles to contain the storm of emotions raging within her. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, Savage turns back to me with a steely resolve in her eyes. “I don't know if I can ever forgive you for what has happened,” she begins, her voice barely above a whisper, “but right now, our focus must be on ensuring that this never happens again. We need to find out who in the Wild Claw pack orchestrated this attack and why they were

Samson’s deeper voice asks. Electricity crackles on Meadow’s fingers. “Some people don’t like the smell of singed flesh. Personally, I have no problem with it,” she says, watching what looks like raw energy crackling between her fingers before staring Samson down. Did I mention how much I love my best friend. I turn and look at Kieran who fights to pull Samson back. So, he still doesn’t have total control of his wolf. “We won’t cause any problems,” Kieran says.

She smirked and slowly raised her head. "Isn't it my old colleague? Well, you never changed too. Still the taunter, aren't you?" she laughed and looked at Carissa. "This is an old friend. She is a big time savage and shouldn't be taken seriously. Always avoid her where ever you see her cause I can guarantee you that she would make you so damn irritated." Rina frowned hearing that comment about her. She glared at Zoey but Zoey who still had a smile on her face, remained unfazed.

He screamed in agony. Black fire erupted from the vampire’s sword, burning the Pope's body from the inside out. The old man’s eyes widened, and he shrieked hysterically as his body gradually turned to ash, leaving behind nothing but his now-ruined, shapeless white robes. The Pope had lost. The other priests had already fled to God knows where. The room suddenly fell silent, leaving only Killian and Elenor among the debris. However, victory came at a heavy price. The excessive energy Killian had expended to pierce through the temple's magic pushed his sanity to its absolute limit.

Who knows🤷🏼‍♂️ You: I will smack the sass right out of you with the chancla! My idiot❤️: Bitch, come at me!!😤 You: Homeboy growing some guts. You better keep that same energy when I catch you outside😤 My idiot❤️: You bet I will. Not gonna lie, I'm deadass tired rn😅 You: Same😅 My idiot❤️: Imma go to bed. Goodnight, sweet dreams. Love you❤️ You: Same, goodnight. My idiot❤️: Hunter

But Gonzalo gave them no time to ponder it further when he retaliated with a ferocious bite, tearing into the man's arm. It was River and Sofia’s turn to laugh. They both shook with laughter. A scream tore through the air. The other rogues, upon seeing the causality their leader had suffered roared and charged. Sofia’s eyes blazed with fury as she shifted into her black wolf form, growling in a low menacing tone.

But it was only a matter of seconds when Zeev loudly cursed, and Zane felt their vehicle wiggle on the road until they crashed on the sideway. The screeching sound of the motorbike bounced on the trees from the forest, Zeev was startled by the squirrel crossing the road and tried avoiding it, making them crash. They both rolled over from the road down to the edge of the forest. However, Zeev only rolled and hit the gutter, while Zane unfortunately fell down, hitting some trees before reaching the flat ground. Zeev groaned the pain from his legs and immediately removed his helmet. “Stupid squirrel.” He was annoyed and almost struggled to stand, looking around for his friend.

"Oh, please save your breath. Marry your camp? Spare my ears the lie. Your paws can get a basic mud hut key cut for a couple of cheap tokens—does your unranked blood even qualify for that low level?" Thorne stands right there across the table, his jaw gaping open in total disbelief. Just a moment ago, his brain thought Zafira’s wolf was super easy to coax with sweet words, and now it is like my spirit has turned into a completely different fighter entirely. "Zafira?!"

I couldn't help but be drawn to this enigmatic person, and the intoxicating scent that seemed to surround them. A primal instinct roared to life within me, and a low, rumbling growl vibrated through my chest. "Mate!" my wolf snarled, the word echoing in my mind like a battle cry. As if sensing my wolf's claim, the stranger's head snapped around, their eyes locking onto mine with an unnerving intensity. A single word spilled from their lips, husky and raw: "Mate!" The moment our gazes met, reality seemed to warp and twist. My mind recoiled in horror as I took in the stranger's features—the sharp jawline, the piercing eyes, the chiseled physique. This couldn't be happening.