Born To Be Wild Book Novels & Stories

I did manage to find a neighborhood group of friends when I was eight, but they only lasted for a year before I wasn’t allowed to play with them anymore. Like many kids at the time, my siblings and I spent a lot of time alone without supervision. I always prefer to think of the great adventures we had. Our parents being gone left us to our own imagination. We were the wild kids in the neighborhood. We camped at the local playground all night, we went looking for ghosts at the local creek, and we build a fort under a tree that we buried treasure under. I loved to tell my children about being wild and free as a child, but there was a price that I paid for this freedom. One of the prices that w

Who the hell told you I was going to talk about nude? " And how did you know my head of department said nude? Are you a spy? Or do you have strange abilities and talents?" " You read minds right? " Melissa asked. " So what if I do? " I asked. " Well the thing is I also do read mind. There is this saying that goes like this, in order to catch a criminal, one has to think like a criminal. So, in order to catch a werewolf, one has to think like a werewolf. Can't you see you are destined to hunt werewolves, that is why you think like them. Werewolves, have a very good ear. They can hear things to the extent of hearing what one's heart says. Werewolves are intellectual beings and so are you becau

Practically howling in my ears. The crowd parted around me as a very naked man–The Savage himself–got up from the street and stalked straight toward me. My body immediately heated up, and my heart went haywire. As he paused inches from me with a deep scowl set on his bloody face, it was then that I understood what my wolf was trying to tell me. The Savage was my mate. Oh. My… A wild excitement pulsed through me, and I managed a slight, shaky smile. I had dreamed about what my mate would look like. Never in my wildest dreams had I…

CORA The water pelted down on my body, running along my skin. Running along the marks left by the frequent beatings in the pack house, and those two times Alpha Blake had needed to tame me. It didn't happen much, but sometimes, he said I grew too wild for him. It did tame me, and I admittedly have been a good girl ever since. I am just not sure how much longer I can be a good girl for. I was born wild. The sort of wild that would marry him. The sort of wild that never face into convention.

However, we are wild beings, with an insane hunger and need for freedom, it is imposible to cage us, we are the definition of wild, trying to supress our wolves has never ended well for us, It could be like a split personality, the wolf in us, it takes time to merge, it gets harder and painful if we try to supress it, and unlike myths, we do not need to kill to activate it, because contrary to popular belief, it is not a curse, but a gift, a blessing. "Hi," I hear, and turn my gaze to the person, I see a young woman. "Hello." I smile at her, her eyes widening. "Hi," She smiles, then chuckles with embarassment at her repetition, I just stare at her with renewed interest, waiting as she ges he

As he watched the woman dripping with perspiration while carrying the wild pig, he murmured to himself. He said to himself, "I didn't even do anything," as he walked away. The lady jumped into a nearby river. This is the river that she visited the day before, in which she can both drink and wash. "Whoa!" When the man spotted the river, he let out an excited shout. Savannah shrugged her shoulders and then began to clean the pig. She is incredibly skilled as a result of the fact that her brothers previously abandoned her in the wilderness so that she could learn how to survive on her own without depending on them.

Gradually I cautiously moved my fingers, my arms until I was able to sit up. It was, at that moment when I sensed something, a primal energy coursing through me. It felt like a current surging with life and vitality. It seemed as though a powerful force of nature had taken hold of my being. But I was only 17. I was supposed to turn 18 tomorrow. Was I an early bird? And then, it hit me. I looked down at my hands, my fingers trembling. Fur. Dark fur was sprouting from my skin, covering my arms and hands. I felt a strange sensation around my face, and when I touched it, I realised that my nose was elongating.

The girl in the photograph stood tall, her eyes bright. Gone was the timidity and eagerness to please that had once lived between her brows. All that remained was the quiet confidence and composure that came from deep within. I printed the photo and slipped it into the clear sleeve of my wallet. It was the beginning of my new life. That evening, I joined my labmates for a barbecue by the beach to celebrate. The ocean breeze drifted around us, and the bonfire crackled. We sat together talking about our dreams for the future.

I was going to rip the world apart to give it back to him. ​The cutters launched, their engines shrieking like dying banshees as we shot over the walls of the Keep and dove straight into the northern wilderness. ​The Wildlands were not like the Blackwood forests. The North was cold, yes, but it was alive. Here, the snow didn’t melt, the pine trees didn’t grow green, and the air always tasted like old dust and copper. It was uncharted, dangerous, and the only things that lived here were rogues who had gone mad or things that had never been human to begin with.

"We aren't fighting for a story anymore. We’re fighting for the Marrow." I looked at my children, who stood strong and radiant in the glade. We were no longer characters in a romance or pawns in a war. We were a Dynasty of the Wild, and the 173rd chapter was the first page of a book the High Council would never be able to read.