Born To Be Wild Book Novels & Stories

"The two verbs are not in opposition. To cultivate a wilderness, one must first conquer the need to control it. The victory was in the surrender of the title 'conqueror.' The legacy is the untamed growth you now study. There is no answer in the archive. The answer is outside your window." The session terminated. The screen went dark. Dr. Sharma sat in the silent room for a long time. She thought of the wild patch in Umbria, of the buzzing, ungoverned life she’d read about. She thought of the thriving, argumentative, decentralized world outside, a world this man’s will had deliberately fractured into freedom.

IN THE WILD LUMA'S POV Could freedom have been any sweeter? For two months now, I had been free and running through the wilderness, escaping shielders from roaming packs. I ate from hunts and stole food from human traps. Goddess forgive me for that.My hands had scars. My feet were calloused. My dress was barely holding together. But I was alive. And so was my pup. Now that my baby was fully formed, I could no longer shift. My belly was heavy, round and impossible to hide. Hunting was almost impossible. Every movement cost me breath I didn't have.

"Very well, then. I will be needing you to come back three days before your journey. There's need to bath you clean and keep you protected of the dangers and evil of the wild." "Aunt Lyra," my voice was barely above a whisper. "Could you tell me about the wild, please? What you think I should know." She heaved a sigh, her lips pursed before speaking. "The wild is a beast. A roaring beast, there's every need to protect you from its fangs and claws." she explained. "There's a legend that says it is the home of souls that hell had let lose as lessons for others. They crave blood for survival and the Kingdom has been able to keep them at base with the offenders, serving them as offerings."

Like she knew I wouldn’t need a novel. The first one was personal, the kind of things only blood and instinct could know: Jordan, my dear one, By the time you read this, the wolf in you will have woken fully. You carry my fire and your mother’s quiet strength, but there’s a wildness there too—deeper than most. Don’t fear the shifts that come at night or the pull of the moon when it feels like it’s tearing you in two. You were made for bonds that run soul-deep, not just pack ties. Trust the instincts that whisper truths others miss. You see connections where others see chaos. That’s your gift. And remember, even when the world calls you monster or savior, you’re still the boy who laughed at f

With each stride, each breath of wild air, each moment of unmediated connection to the world around me, I felt myself returning – not just the queen or the mate or the mother-to-be, but Emma, the werewolf who had run these forests long before crowns and conspiracies had complicated her life. I burst into a small clearing, sunlight breaking through the clouds to illuminate my white fur, and knew with bone-deep certainty that this – this freedom, this wildness, this connection to my true nature – was what I needed to protect my daughters. Not walls or guards or well-intentioned lies, but strength and speed and the fierce joy of being exactly who I was meant to be. Theo would be furious. The se

Wild had never been in a house before. Taking to an airbnb as their temporary housing until Kat got better. Wild... didn't know how to describe the place other than "better." It was so strange to see a real kitchen and a living room and all the rooms told in stories, but now he was there. The couple that was housing them immediately felt bad for the animal boy, seeing how he was and how utterly confused and shocked he was to see it all. Even more so when he could make himself at home here. Home was a concept he'd never understood before. He'd never had it, but to relax on the living room couch and read was nice. He left the room mostly dark besides the lamp behind him as he enjoyed himself I

Chapter One: A Chance at Normalcy ARIANA The forest sang beneath my paws. Every stride sent a rush of wind against my fur, the scents of pine and damp earth filling my nose like a soothing balm. Out here, I wasn’t the girl with blood on her name. I wasn’t the orphan whispered about in hushed tones. Out here, I was wild and free, my wolf untamed beneath the early morning sun.

The Wild was hunger… the heartbeat beneath every root and bone. They were lovers once. Their union birthed life, but also death, for neither could live without devouring the other. So the Moon tore herself in two…. one half to rule the heavens, the other to guard the earth. Her silver tears fell upon the soil, and where they touched, the first wolves rose from shadow. The Moon named them her children, creatures of instinct and loyalty, built to hold the balance between light and chaos. But the Wild wanted them too. It whispered into their dreams, promising freedom from the Moon’s law, urging them to bite the hand that made them.

That alone was enough to arouse me, I liked strong women and I had a feeling that Brianna was almost strong enough to stand toe to toe with me in a fair fight. I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself. This conversation was going to be had enough without me trying to have it with my erection pressing against the zipper of my pants. I had hoped that I would get away without having to tell her about my situation for a little while longer. Let her get to know the real me before she realised how broken I was. “I was born wolfless. My parents weren’t willing to accept that fate for me so they found a witch that was willing to create a wolf for me. Unfortunately they didn’t ask why all the ot

The scent of the earth filled my nostrils, and my ears twitched, catching every sound around me. I let out a low growl, feeling the intrinsic energy within me, my claws digging into the soil. Without hesitation, I launched forward, dashing into the dense forest. The trees blurred past me as I moved, faster than any creature of the night. The wind howled in my ears, but I embraced it. I was no longer bound by human limitations—this was my true form, my true nature. The wilderness called to me, and I answered. Deep inside, I knew that I was ready for the war. After me, my family had nobody and I had to revive the genes that were dormant.