Starrk Coyote Novels & Stories

"Berserker needs to eat." Knowing I should just leave it alone, I asked the question. "Berserker?" Asher gave me a toothy smile. "My bear: Berserker. Your tiger is Junior. Taryk's panther is Smoke. Atlas' wolf is Mr. Hyde. Ransom is Tonto. And Saint is Ten." He made a face at the last man. "You took all my fun by already having a name for your inner beast." "Thank Gaia for that," Saint said.

Good job, this time one shot of Adam managed to knock out his target deer. Adam ran to get the deer, he didn't even notice that Jes wasn't behind him. He brought it back to its original place with a happy face, he also did not forget to praise himself. "Yes, you are very clever indeed. You're very clever, Adam." he said. "Dear! I got this.” Lifting the deer that had just been immobilized into its original position, his smile broadened at this point. Cuter than before and his handsomeness also increased many times over.

I guess the coyotes had done their job, let's hope fucking Char didn't have another one of her fucking visions and shit; I can't even begin to imagine that fucking headache. Cyrus was proving to be a huge asset to the business; he'd just slid right in there with the rest of us and fit right in. The sisters were always fussing over him like mom and her gaggle wasn't bad enough, poor guy, he was a real trooper though because he took it all in stride. Kat was blossoming into something spectacular; with her fears and inhibitions waning and our continued self defense classes helping to boost her ego

growl and a shake of his head. The coyote stepped back, but the wolf didn't move. Dante stared at it. The wolf broke the gaze lock first. While the coyote hid behind it, obviously waiting for a signal from it. Dante snorted, tossed his head again, and slowly turned away. He halfway turned when a flash of black fur leaped at his shoulder. Diving to the side, he rolled out of the way, and then scrambled to his feet. The wolf and coyote snarled

Just bloodshed and gambling. Years ago, it was in the Midnight Coyote’s ring that Rebel had clawed his way out of hell, transforming himself from a nameless rebel wolf into the monster he was now. Stripped of his pack and with nothing to lose, rage had fueled him, making him more ruthless, more fearless than any other—a legend.

Loki asked. "Kitsune is a better tracker than both of you put together, why do you think Chad keeps her away from his plans?" Stryxx said. "She is the oldest on the Council, knew and loved Winter, and would kill anyone that took her jhappiness away. Remember, Kitsune was a BEAST when she was younger. I wouldn't challenge her." Stryxx laughed. _--_--_ "Come on, Rex. Don't be such a coward. I'm not that bad." his wolf laughed.

" You thought you could escape from me.... Heratte?" Sera's mind went blank and that's when she looks down to find the strange tattoos on Zander's chest shining. Stuttering... looking at him in disbelief, she asks. " Who...who are you...." Zander only growls, fanning his breath on her skin. Making her shiver. His next words made her entire body go numb. " Your death" . . . " The Death Wolf." And with this Zander's incisors extend to long canines. To only root right into Sera's neck and a scream leaves her lips as her blood trails down her neck.

Does that include you? He seems to notice the reluctance in my eyes. “I’ll go first. Try not to drool over the most good-looking werecoyote you’ll ever see in your lifetime.” I roll my eyes, and he chuckles, lifting his shirt over his head. He reaches for his belt buckle, and I gawk at his eight-pack, practically drooling over the perfect set of muscles flexing under the skin of his arms. I blush when he raises an eyebrow at me. “I didn’t think you were into stripteases.” Heat continues to burn my cheeks, spreading through my hairline as I quickly turn my back to him. I hear the sound of his flesh reshaping as his bones retract. A moment later a large, robustly built, and breathtakingly beau

Fireflies made of tiny harmless lightning drift around us. We’re finally alone. Remy is sprawled on his back, shirt gone, braids loose on the pillow, looking at me like I hung every star personally. I curl up beside him (still human for now) and trace the new Alpha mark glowing gold on his chest. Celeste (soft): “I need to tell you something about the white coyote thing… Mine isn’t the same as yours. Yours is Caddo. It’s First Coyote’s blood, trickster god, desert wind, and grandmother stories.

One coyote jumped on One Star, and went for his neck. Asher started shooting the coyotes on the ground, afraid that he’d kill One Star, if he shot the one yapping at his neck. He ran toward them, hitting the coyote in the head with the butt of the rifle. The coyote yelped, releasing One Star, and Asher shot it in the head. One Star’s eyes were wide, the whites showing his traumatized state. Blood seeped from his neck as Asher walked slowly toward him. “Easy, boy. Easy, now.” When One Star whinnied again, Asher’s worst fears were confirmed.