Chasing Wild Book Novels & Stories

It was like a primal urge, an instinct telling me to run from him, to let him chase me even when a very logical, sane part of me knew that he’ll catch me and there was no other option for me except to be captured by him. But still I ran. The forest swallowed me whole as I bolted, the branches clawing at my arms, roots catching my feet. Cold air sliced through my lungs, but I didn’t stop. Couldn’t. I was a prey, running for its life in the wild while a wild beast chased me. My heartbeat thundered so loud I couldn’t hear anything else— except him. And I could hear him chasing me. His footsteps could be heard over the roaring in my ears. Louder.

“You did nothing wrong.” Her pulse refused to slow. The Northern Wolves. The book. She had taken it without understanding why, back when escape had been all instinct and terror. Taken it from Lucian’s study, heart racing as if it already knew it mattered. It told a history Wildbourne never taught. Wolves as balance. Hunters as something broken long ago. Some nights she believed it completely. Other nights, she feared it was dangerous just to read. It had become Ever’s favourite story. Now she knelt in the sandpit, holding Ever close, eyes darting as the ground beneath them seemed to hum.

POV: Mia (Zero) The Wildlands began where the maps stopped telling the truth. There were no border stones, no trails worn by trade or migration, just thickets of blackroot and elderpine, bent beneath generations of storms, and the bones of wolves whose names had long been taken by the wind. I followed no marked path. The medallion Chito gave me warmed against my chest as I pressed deeper into the woods, guided by instinct older than memory, by blood that seemed to remember what my mind had never been taught.

The supermarket, the hospitals, and every emergency or basic needs were too inaccessible from this area. But Ethan loved the place. He loved the nature surrounding it. He loved the silence and peace away from the bustling city lifestyle. And even before Aldric surfaced, Ethan's love for nature was inexplicable. Now, realizing he will need to hunt wild animals for Aldric's preferred meal once in a while, living close to the mountains and the woods was incredibly relieving.

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

CHAPTER ONE -WILHELMINA- The storm was a monstrous entity, a simmering chaos that loomed above the forest. It seemed to echo the tumultuous fury within my heart, thundering with all the passion and determination that drove me forward. Despite the storm’s rage, I pushed on, my paws sinking into the sodden earth with each determined step. Suddenly, there it was - amidst the riotous weather and foreboding wilderness - a shimmering glint caught my eye.

Intrigued, i decided to take the book back to the cabin to show Nikau. When i arrived back at the cabin, i excitedly showed Nikau the book, telling him all about the strange symbols and images that i had seen. Nikau was equally intrigued by the book, but nikau said that he would be leaving to check out on the pack for a few days. He asked me not to join him as he would be travelling in his wolf form. After he left, I settled into my cozy spot by the fireplace in the cabin, I opened the old book I had checked out from the library. The title, "The Lost Village of Ravenswood", immediately caught my attention and I was eager to learn more about this mysterious place.

An overwhelming need to hunt her, took over and I began the chase. She ran fast, then to my surprise she shifted in mid-air, and I'd never seen anyone shift into a wolf so quickly. I watched her in awe, but I couldn't stop myself wanting to chase her, so I sped up and went lower into the trees. I was so focused on this beautiful little strawberry blond wolf, that Tristan and the others had completely slipped my mind. I was caught up in the hunt. I didn't know what I was going to do to her when I caught her, but the chase was so exhilarating. I didn't think at all of what was coming next.

If such themes are not to your taste, feel free to skip this chapter Bianca’s lips parted with a soft, wet smack as she finally pulled away from Damien’s mouth. Her breath was ragged, coming in short, sharp hitches that made her chest heave. The air in the room felt heavy and charged, the kind of heat that usually preceded a summer storm. Damien’s hands weren't gentle; they were fumbling with the zipper of her dress with a desperate sort of hunger. The fabric gave way, sliding down her body in a pool of silk that gathered at her feet like a discarded skin.

Power or not, it terrified me to bits. I spun quickly and took off running. Paws slammed into the dirt, kicking up dust. Wind whipped through my fur as I tore through the woods. Legs pumped hard, muscles firing like engines. I jumped over a fallen log without thinking, landing smoothly. The chase had started, but nothing real was actually chasing me. Just that voice in my head. “You are the one.” It pushed me faster, like hands on my back.