Born To Be Wild Book Novels & Stories

What have I done! - It is not your fault. “I could have prevented such an outcome if I had stayed in London. - Please don't beat yourself up. - Her eyes are red, her sister tasted human blood. - We'll help her. - She's wild. We never changed vampires. Is it possible? “They really are live-bearers. - the thought began to visit that peace between us and the hunters is really impossible. - It's none of their business. She is the same age as during the ball. A vampire can be wild only in one case, if this is done intentionally from the very moment of conversion.

Allies may be enemies, passion may be perilous, and trust could be the most dangerous gamble of all. Step carefully. The stakes are higher than ever. The fire that burned before has grown hotter, darker, and more irresistible, and no one will escape unscathed. Book 2 Blurb- She was born into power. He was born to take it. At twenty, Macy Jordan has everything the world worships, beauty, privilege, and a last name that opens every door. But when the empire she secretly built collapses in spectacular fashion, taking fifty-four million and her reputation with it, Macy’s perfect life begins to rot from the inside out.

Like it knew something she didn’t. She rubbed her arms, shaking off the thought. She had sat in the living room alone for a while after Elara had left her but she was starting to feel suffocated so she slipped outside when no one noticed, and decided to go out for an evening walk. The Liaison estate was grand, spreading out into well-trimmed gardens before filling out into the wild treeline. Garrick liked to say he kept the wild at bay, but Irvine often thought the wild kept itself alive, waiting, and bidding. Tonight, she wanted to feel it wrap around her.

"It looks like the North. It looks like the first time we tried to build a boiler out of scrap-iron. It’s a 'Beautiful-Disaster'." The "Wild-Multiverse" became a "Testing-Ground" for the Union. They didn't attempt to "Govern" it or "Standardize" it. Instead, they became the Provocateurs-of-Growth. They moved through the wild sectors, introducing "Small-Doses-of-Order" just to see how the chaos would "Resist" it. They were "Gardening-with-Hammers," ensuring that the new realities grew strong by giving them something to "Fight-Against."

She knew better than to interrupt now. “Say something,” Ash finally said. “I don’t owe you anything.” His jaw tensed. “You’re right. You don’t. But I need to understand.” I folded my arms tightly, trying to hold myself together. “You want to understand? Fine. I race because they said I couldn’t. I race because my brother was thrown out like trash. I race because I was born in a pack that only sees me as an omega girl and not a person. I race to win. And to burn down the rules they use to cage us.”

The war between the Light and the Void was ancient, but the Wild was the wild card that would change the game forever. "Emma?" Félix whispered. "Yeah?" "Next time Nathaniel talks about 'logistics', remind him that he’s basically falling in love with a 'Wild' woman himself. Maya’s been eating raw venison for three days. I think the Saint is going feral." I laughed, a bright, clear sound that echoed through the ruins of my childhood. "I think the whole world is going feral, Félix. And I wouldn't have it any other way."

Get away for awhile? Tessa bolts through the door beneath Ian, and once outside, flutters silvery dragonfly wings and sails over the courtyard wall. With a dainty bound, I follow, clearing the fence easily. Surrendering myself to my wolf half, I dash through the moonlit forest, my great black wolf mate at my side. *The End* Author's Note:

on the roof, and the sound of water dripping from the damaged roofs leak, Celica took a deep breath and released herself to tell Andy a long story, the story of the origin of this book, and the truth of the land of Ybirth. "Okay... I'll tell. My mother used to be a traveler, she spent her whole youth traveling this 1/3 of Ybirth and collecting many magical artifacts, you see. The stones attached to this book are entities separated from the elements, she created this book herself and recorded the strange things in this continent of Ybirth, all... everything, including the fact that the moon and sun shield each other forming a terrifying formation... that purple light shines down on this land

She had learned that love could come in unexpected forms, like a wildflower blooming in the cracks of a concrete jungle, that transformation was possible even in the face of heartbreak, like a phoenix rising from the ashes of a shattered dream, and that the call of the wild could lead to profound healing and growth, like a wounded bird finding solace in the embrace of a gentle breeze. With her pack by her side, Sophia set sail on a fresh chapter, like a ship navigating uncharted waters. She embraced the duality of her nature to a delicate dance between the graceful flight of a bird and the fierce roar of a lion. She understood that she was a rare fusion of strength, as unyielding as a mounta

Caleb and Kara, while knowing what I was never asked about it, their desperation to bury that truth of my true nature only surpassed by my own. "Even before I set fire to my Mama's garden when I was eight, I knew I was different. It was like a whisper over my skin, a knowledge deep in my soul of my true nature. And then as I grew, we noticed that I healed faster and my eyes turned yellow as well as the signature amber that marked me as wolf. My first turn wasn't even on a full moon."