Born To Be Wild Book Novels & Stories

Cassia asked with surprise “A wildling, we were born to humans but something went wrong with our DNA and we are born with animal traits and features. Some of us are more animal than human. That’s why we are called wildlings. The village was supposed to be a sanctuary for us. But we still weren’t treated the best. We still were picked on. Especially by the humans.” Willow stated with a hint of sadness in her tone.”there are actual blackberries over here.” Willow added. Cassia followed Willow to the patch and began picking. “You said you were from the village, did anyone else escape the attack? Did you see what happened? Did my parents make it out?” Cassia was flooded with a million questions

Monique began, and then it suddenly started to make sense. I might have suspected she was lying until she mentioned the blood part. My blood did play a role in healing the wounded wild one. "But you need to understand there are two types of wild ones," Monique continued. "One is someone who was born as a wild one, and the other is someone who was turned. The turned ones will come after Genevieve because of the scent of her blood. Now, her losing her virginity will alter her scent even more profoundly. It will become potent, and every wild one will crave a taste of her blood. I can't put it into simpler words, but she has a connection to the wild ones," she concluded, and watched as Bellamy l

The change takes it away. I am wild and uncontainable like my breath, like my life, like my self. I am wild and raw and untamed.. I am wild and I am more than I can keep, more than I can be. I am wild and I am not ready, not ready for this, not ready for it. I am wild and I am supposed to be Mara, supposed to be, supposed to hold on.

"I have always kept myself apart from everyone, not because I didn't care, but because I was afraid of what I may do. I came into this world on a rush of pain and death, and I have lived each day that very same way." He dropped his gaze to the ground, taking a deep breath. "It wasn't Kothari who was born that day, Natalia. Agony drew the first breath of air. I was born feral, and starving for blood. I was so insane with the need to live and feed that I had no conscious thought about anyone around me."

Before war broke loose between all begins my father had said that we as a pack could communicate with other packs no matter how far they were telepathically, however after the war a curse was placed by an evil and powerful spell bounder. Not only was our communication severed but all firstborns were created to breathe only one breath before parsing. Somehow I managed to survive being the firstborn of my Alpha father. We never understood how I continued to breathe, unlike many others who never got the chance. Hence my father nicknamed me lucky as I continued to grow and surpass death that so many other cubs could not. Since Ellis has read every book in hopes of finding a way to break the curs

Sarah said, "The Heart of the Wild must be where we can find the balance we seek." Determined, the pack set out on their journey, guided by the vision from the stars and the whispers of their ancestors. The path was treacherous, but their unity and determination carried them forward. As they ventured deeper into the wilderness, they encountered challenges that tested their bond as a pack. Yet, with each obstacle, they grew stronger, knowing that their mission to protect the wild was greater than any individual hardship. At last, they reached the Heart of the Wild, a breathtaking sanctuary where the elements merged in a dance of harmony. Fire, water, earth, and air intertwined, their energies

Kimberly explained softly. Fabian proudly added, "Her grandma's a well-known psychic back home. These are the real deal." At that, another wave of admiration swept through the crowd. Out of nowhere, someone shoved me hard. I stumbled and nearly fell. When I turned, Fabian was glaring at me in disgust. "Priscilla Jensen! Stop daydreaming and get over here to tie the charms!" My fingers trembled as the truth crashed over me—I had been reborn. In my past life, it had been the same morning with sunlight glaring down on us. Kimberly had smiled sweetly as she held the delicate embroidered charms.

That accident years ago had all been part of a plan I'd orchestrated with the stables. I lifted my child onto Acorn's back, and with the horse's triumphant whinny, we charged into a field of flowers. From that moment on, my life was mine to claim—riding through blooms, chasing freedom, and leaving the past behind.

I tried to think of other things besides the Cosa Nostra. I often wondered what my life would have been if I wasn’t born in the Cosa Nostra. I walked over to the sofa near the window and I sat down. I could’ve lived a normal life; far from all the disaster and the hate. When I was about to be married to Primo, I thought about escaping and moving to another country. I could get a job and live my life normally. But I realized that I wouldn’t survive in the real world. I wanted too much but knew too little of what was before me. I think it’s for the best that I was born as part of the mafia. If you learn to live with what you have, you’ll start to think that it’s not all that bad.

I was born to be a wolf, to be wild and free. I looked around the forest, everything was so clear and in focus. I couldn’t stand still anymore, so I started to run. Not going anywhere, just running, dashing through the trees of the forest. I passed fields of flowers and large boulders and I even jumped over a little waterfall that I didn’t know existed. I suppose no one ever comes this deep into the forest, so there would be lots of undiscovered sights.