Chasing The Wild Book Novels & Stories

I finish my dinner before diving into the book. The room gets darker after a while and I begin to realise that night has fallen. Sometimes I hear howls erupting from the outside but I’m able to ignore them. Growing up with wolves makes you used to their ways. I’m about halfway with the book when I go take another shower, getting dressed once again in one of Chase’s t-shirts. Then I scamper into bed, taking hold of the books once again. Somewhere through the reading and hearing of howls, I drift off into slumber.

Chilli POV Lowering my chest to the ground, sniffing the moist grass and damp leaves, feeling them under my paws as I kneed at the ground. My tail sways in the breeze which carries the chill of the lake nearby, and my pointy ears twitch with every russel, every twig snapping. In the far distance, a bee searches the wildflowers for nectar, as I watch, I am lost in the beautiful movement of its delicate wings, forgetting for a brief moment what I am doing. Regaining my concentration, I welcome my wolf instincts to aid me in finding my prize. The world around me falls silent and still, as I slow my breathing and heart rate to become at one with my surroundings. Ignoring the rippling of the lake

**The Wild Wolves** Aria meandered through the lush, vibrant forest, a world alive with an intricate tapestry of sights, sounds, and scents. Each step enveloped her in the rich aroma of damp earth and blooming wildflowers, the vibrant hues of greens and browns intertwining like an artist's brushstrokes across the landscape. Having spent the past few weeks in this enchanted new home amidst the towering, ancient trees and dappled sunlight, she had cultivated a deep affection for the tranquility and solace the wilderness offered—a cherished escape from the chaotic clamor of her former life.

And they’re heading straight for the village. “Contain your frustration!” Aunty Kerynna roars at Caelora. “Do something!” Nyvrae screams. Our hearts drop. Even Aunty Kerynna looks shaken. We’re utterly, terrifyingly hopeless. “Now!” I scream, the words tearing from my throat. And we run—no wolves, no fangs, just heartbeats and breath—as we chase the chaos breaking loose into our world. In an endless chase after the wild cats—now running with the fury of wolves, teeth flashing, bloodlust sharp—our efforts are futile.

Branches close around me like guards, the forest singing me a welcome as they block the path of the men chasing me. The downfall of the buyers is not betraying my species to the men hired to deliver me. There’s nothing more dangerous then a Fae whose magic is no longer tethered to human rules. I run deeper into the woods, my magic weaving in with the wild and natural tendrils of the forest’s magic, bringing everything alive around us. Moss grows to hide my footprints, brambles rise to block the path behind me, leaves rustle to blow away my scent. I call on everything I can, and the forest answers.

have found me so fast. She shoved the thought down. Hard. Across the yard, Jasmine and Kika were locked in a brutal spar. Jasmine—wild cat number 89—was dominating, landing elbow strikes and knee drives that had Kika (101) staggering. Serial stood at the edge of the mat, arms crossed, shouting critiques. “Too slow, 101! You fight like you’re scared of pain—newsflash, it’s coming anyway!” Jasmine swept Kika’s legs; Kika hit the mat hard. Serial barked a laugh. Then her gaze shifted. Landed on Riley. A slow, predatory smile curled her lips. “Oh look who we have here,” Serial called, loud enough to draw eyes from every corner of the yard. “The runaway wild cat. Quite surprising how out of the

I told him, grabbing my backpack off the hook I’d put on the back of the door and unzipping it, so I could tuck my laptop inside. “Your wolf probably won’t let you go without me,” he said, rubbing his arm a bit. “You can try it, but you’ll feel her try to shift and take over. My friends didn’t give you all of the details, but, now that my wolf’s done hunting you, yours is hunting me. It’s called The Chase.” My eyebrows shot upward. “The what?”

In my desperate quest to leave this nightmare that he felt would never end, he stumbled on, feeling his way around, exploring new passageways that would hopefully lead him out. The trees began to shudder as he resumed his trek with the leprechaun, and the birds fled from their nests in terror. The contagious sickness was spread by the smell of burning wood in the air. As he continued on my never-ending quest, the crunch of twigs and dead leaves was loud.

Aww,Bella can walk and talk now. *Sheds tears* my baby is all grown up. Any way I'm planning to start a new book once I'm done with this book. It's not a sequel because there might never bee a sequel for Chasing Tara. Scratch that there won't be a sequel. Any way the book I will be starting after Chasing Tara is Called Beneath the cover. I'll give you the description very soon. All ideas are welcome but this is teen fiction. That means no wolves, vampires, witches and other supernatural stuff. Its completely human.

She could feel herself being pushed, no hands touched her but she was being pushed into the running waterfall and as she swiftly looked around frighteningly, her eyes watered seeing how large and terrifying the waterfall was and even the stupid boar she was chasing had ran off. Suddenly, Estelle gasped, realizing what has just happened. She was chasing after a wild boar? Wasn't it supposed to be vice versa? She actually chased after a wild boar that ran and led her into various turns in the large woods and now the boar had mysteriously disappeared and she was suddenly pushed into the water that kept sending her backwards as she tried to swim forward?