روايات وقصص ضمن Back To The Wild Book

The moonlit night embraced us, and the woods beckoned. With each step, I revelled in the primal connection with the earth and the wilderness. The moon, a silent witness to our escapade, cast its ethereal glow upon the forest floor. My wolf body moved effortlessly through the shadows, guided by instincts that were too often suppressed in our human lives.

Grusha's POV: I never thought that walking in the sand would be this much difficult. And also Damien taking long steps while grabbing my hand made it more difficult as I had to match his pace. We were walking in the sand towards a small thicket or something. Each time my feet dipped inside the sandy beach I wanted nothing more than to remove my sandals and dip my feet completely under the sand but the heat I felt even when I was wearing the sandals and the quick steps Damien was taking made me hold my desire. We walked into the thicket and I scooted towards Damien when the long leaves of bushes brushed against my arms. The leaves felt so sharp that they could slice through my flesh. When we

Chapter 23: WILD HUNT Deep Woods, Fallon Creek, Michigan... The scent of blood had driven the aggressive beast wild as it chased through the wilderness in search of prey that had been wounded in the wake of a run-in with the razor-sharp claws that dug into the shallow earth beneath its feet as it moved swiftly and at ease amid the trees beneath the bright white glow of moonlight. The beast was well aware of the territories it roamed having claimed them some time ago and happily hunted until it had its fill and the sun arose. The wayward breeze had even provided a bit of a challenge as the snarling brute leaped across fallen logs and slick rocks to reach the location of the blood trail's end

“What the bloody hell is that?” I moved away from Ryker, my eyes were solely fixated on the book. Wiping away the shattered glasses, I did not care if it would hurt me. Once it was clean, I read the book to Ryker. “It is the Book of The Damned.” All I wanted was to get a hold of that book and satisfy my curiosity but when I did, I could feel the power surging from the book, my hands were painfully attached to it. Then the book opened, forcing my palm to hold it up the pages started to flip rapidly. So many images flashed through my mind but none of which I recalled. The book slammed shut and I blinked. I turned to Ryker and swallowed before finding my voice to speak, “Did you see that?”

There's no way I can energize an animal, it would take the whole of mine. “ don't do it” Julian warning as if reading my thoughts. “ maybe we should go back” he added. “to the castle.” “ No!” I objected. “ I can't go back.” “ Then you ride with me. ” he grinned. I don't have a choice, whether or not I return to the castle. “ do I have a choice?” I joined him on his horse, staying behind him. *** When we got to the sacred house, a stone cottage, ancient and

POV: Mia (Zero) The Wildlands began where the maps stopped telling the truth. There were no border stones, no trails worn by trade or migration, just thickets of blackroot and elderpine, bent beneath generations of storms, and the bones of wolves whose names had long been taken by the wind. I followed no marked path. The medallion Chito gave me warmed against my chest as I pressed deeper into the woods, guided by instinct older than memory, by blood that seemed to remember what my mind had never been taught.

“Last night was enough.” “I’m not,” I lied—though every instinct screamed for me to beg her to stay. To keep her here, safe, where I could reach her. I guided her a short distance away, stealing a final moment before the world pulled her from me. “Before you go, let me give you a quick rundown. Wildroot Pack is unlike any other. Power and money mean little to them. Their lives revolve around the rhythm of nature, the cycles of the moon, and a kind of quiet, ancient magic-"

Chapter 62 Noah's heart raced in rhythm with the wild, untamed landscape that stretched before him. The forest, a tapestry of hues and dappled moonlight, beckoned him onward as he charged through its depths. The thud of his boots against the earth echoed like a primal drumbeat, a heartbeat that synchronized with the pulse of the wilderness around him.

The rustling leaves, the whispering wind, and the earth beneath our paws provided a soothing rhythm that calmed our troubled minds. We ran through the dense forest, our bodies fluid and agile. Each stride propelled us forward, our paws barely touching the ground. With each step, the burdens of the company, the deceit, and the battles faded away. It was just Derick and me, embracing our true nature and finding solace in the simplicity of the wild. For hours, we explored the wilderness, letting the serenity of the surroundings wash over us. The worries and troubles of the business world seemed distant and insignificant compared to the freedom we experienced in our lupine forms.

"I will be your guide in this wilderness of pain so we can find a path towards your healing." In silence, the wolf allowed himself to be led by Anna, his steps mirroring the rhythm of her footsteps. The forest, once a labyrinth of torment, now became a sanctuary of solace under her watchful gaze. Days turned into nights, and nights into days, as she introduced him to the secrets of the wild—the healing properties of the herbs, the dance of the moonlight, and the whispers of the spirits that dwelled within the ancient trees.