Born To Be Wild Book Novels & Stories

His strong arms slipper around my waist and warm breath fanned the skin of my neck. “I was looking for lizard, I have three at home” “I didn't know that” “It’s my secret pet, they are fascinating to watch” “But not as fascinating as you” I remain quiet, my heart would have swollen by now.Ethan has many ways to make me feel good about myself, either with his words or action. I am starting to like this life. ***

Wilson’s smile brightened as his mother’s words kept ringing inhis head. ‘Bring them down with you!.......you are a Wilder, never forget that!’

she said and stands up to sat beside me. "Well, putting aside his child like personality, he can be nice. Can" I said putting the very emphasis to the last word that I said. Justin smiled at me and dig in to her pasta and garlic bread. I open the book, The First Born, could be read on the first page of the book. Unlike the other books, materials and researches that I have that usually talk about everything about the Lycanthropes, this is the first time that I have encounter something about the first child from their race.

Perhaps it was the air or the atmosphere around here, whichever it was, with every step I took, I felt a lot calmer and my breathing was a lot easier. It turned out the path had led to a lake with a waterfall not far from it. I took a seat on top of a flat rock and watched the water flowing down from above before breaking the surface of the water pooled on the lake. My life had changed so much, one thing after the other, that I had never had a chance to actually take a pause and breathe. In all my years, I had never wanted something that did not belong to me. That was the one principle that had gotten me through high school unscathed. I had never wanted a role amongst the popular kids, I had

My father always said that the wilderness lives in me, bringing storms and raging winds through my skin for the world to feel. So I become the wilderness itself. I gather all my strength, all the storms inside me, all the blizzards and wind. The feel of power rise in me, energy filling my body once again. I jump to my feet, ignoring the crushing pain in my left thigh and brace myself for what I am about to do. I will most likely get instantly killed by this fucker, but it's better than all of this shit. And well, I do a lot of stupid shit when I'm angry. So, going against all my instincts, I bare my teeth, push myself forward and jump on blue eyed monster to rip his throat out.

Eli’s voice was a low rumble against my skin as he stood and began to unfasten his own scrubs. I nodded, my breath hitching in my throat. Slowly, Eli pressed himself against me, wet and slick from his own ministrations. The first inch slid inside, and I clenched around him reflexively, my body stretching to accommodate the impossible fullness. With careful, agonizing patience, he pushed deeper until he was fully seated. A fresh fire bloomed inside me, raw and wild. It was a sensation of total displacement, of being completely filled. Robby’s hands gripped my waist, steadying my weight as the two of them began to move.

This wasn’t a chase. This was a hunt. The shift hit me like a wildfire, fast and all-consuming. It started deep—bone-deep—like something unraveling inside me, something primal and ancient clawing its way to the surface. My skin burned, stretched, reshaped. Muscles tore and reformed in an instant, snapping into place with a vicious kind of precision. My spine cracked, lengthened, shifting until I was on four legs instead of two. My hands curled, fingers retracting, claws extending in their place. The pain was brief, a flicker of white-hot agony before it settled, replaced by the rush of raw, untamed power.

"Look. We have super abilities. I'm not joking. We literally can smell every component of that amazing shampoo that you usually use. Sometimes you switch to another, more like a pine tree meets an orange scent. I can see your blood passing through your veins, in your neck, in your wrists. I can hear your lungs and the air entering and exiting. Your heart beating. I can see a gap in your third and fourth right upper teeth and other things that I don't have to tell you." I ruminate on that. "So you have to focus on what you want and ignore the rest. If you are not trained..." "She lost it. Probably don't even know what to do. Acting only by instinct. Instinct of a wolf that was born a month ag

I whisper hoarsely, my voice barely a breath against the overwhelming silence. The forest seems to close in on me, the once-comforting darkness now a suffocating void. I look up, hoping to see the familiar faces of my family, but instead, a low, menacing growl emerges from the depths of the woods. My heart pounds in my chest as a figure begins to materialize through the gloom. A large, black wolf steps into view, its eyes glowing a haunting blue. Its coat is sleek and glossy, a stark contrast against the dark backdrop of the woods. A white diamond-shaped tattoo gleams on its forehead, catching the faint light and casting eerie shadows.

They were grateful for each other and for the life they had created together. Chapter 4: The Call of the Wild One day, Eli received a call from a group of vampires who were living in the wild. They were struggling to survive and needed his help to protect their community. Eli knew that this would be a dangerous mission, but he also knew that he had to help. With the support of his family, he set out to the wilderness to face his biggest challenge yet. Eli found himself in a dense forest, surrounded by trees and undergrowth that seemed to go on forever. He knew that he was far from civilization, and the only sounds he could hear were the chirping of birds and the rustling of leaves in the win