Faraway Wilds Novels & Stories

**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.

Startled, I get up from the bed and move toward the window, pulling back the curtain with trembling hands. Outside, under the moonlit sky, a large black wolf stands in the clearing. Its silhouette is striking against the silver light, casting a long shadow on the grass. The wolf’s eyes glow a deep, intense blue as it lifts its head and howls again, a sound that seems to resonate with the very essence of the night.

“Fine. But promise me you’ll stay away from Winchester Forest. People go missing there. Hikers, campers… they just vanish. It’s not a joke.” “I promise, Mom. We’re going to Blackthorn Ridge camping grounds, nowhere near Winchester. I’ll be careful. We’ll watch out for each other.” She pulled me into a tight hug, then kissed my forehead. “Text me every night. I love you, baby.” “I love you too.” I said goodbye to my stepfather with a quick, awkward wave. His hand brushed my lower back a little too low as I turned to leave. I ignored the strange flutter it caused and hurried outside.

Aramisius’ eyes flickered but he stepped back. Without another word, he left, the door clicking softly behind him. Aeryl sank down back, heart hammering. She was angry, scared, and restless all at once. And she knew this whole thing had only just started. **** **** Faraway, in the land of the Tibetian Gnomes, Pitshu and Markin, the uncountable battalion of armoured soldiers gathered before the Most High Cave of Valor.

He kept trying anyway…leaning close in the back seat as we pulled away from the helipad, his voice low and teasing. “Come on, talk to me, baby. You can’t stay mad forever.” I stayed silent, eyes fixed on the passing scenery…endless white, towering evergreens dusted with snow, the distant palace looming like something out of a fairytale. The ride to the palace stretched on. I pressed my forehead to the cool window, watching the world blur by. Adrian shifted closer, his thigh brushing mine. “You better start talking to me soon,” he murmured, hot and dangerous, breath tickling my ear, “or I’ll kiss you right here in front of the whole pack the second we step out.”

Only then did I notice the hands gripping at my feet. “You will never be forgiven!” “You will never be forgiven!” I tried to call out for help yet no matter how I screamed at the top of my lungs, no sound came out of my mouth. I waved my hands, searching and finding anything I could hold onto to stop myself from being dragged deeper into the darkness. Yet no matter what I did, the hands continued to claw and pull me deeper. I… I couldn’t breathe… Am… Am I going to die? **

~vick~ I couldn't take it anymore. The chaos around me was suffocating. As I watched the guys attending to each other's wounds, it felt like the walls were closing in. I slipped out the door, the coolness of the night greeting me as I glanced up at the night sky.

Two weeks turned into three, and three turned into a month. Avery stopped counting the nights she spent in Drake's penthouse because counting implied an end, and she had stopped believing in endings somewhere around the tenth time he made her cry out his name against the silk sheets. Her own apartment became a place she visited only to change clothes and water the single dying plant on her windowsill. Everything she needed lived on the other side of the city, behind a private elevator that required a key card she now carried in her wallet like a secret badge of honor.

He asks when I get in the car. "She called sick. A week ago." I say with a suspicious look on my face. "A week ago? Really? How convenient... just let me make a call before we go back home." and kisses my lips. "Aaniish naa ezhiyaayin? Enh. Susan Farley. Grand Marais. Enh. Giga-waabamin naagaj. Miigwech." He talk to the person on the phone. "Are you going to tell me anything regarding that phone call?"

Her instinct told her and that was all she followed. "Oh, sweetheart you're doing great!" she heard Andrew say. "But I want to taste you now, and I will punish you, passionately!" the young man with a strain on the tone of his voice got up then pulled her and kissed her hard on the lips. She knew that was the beginning of it all. Not only that once again it would be another mad and passionate time with Andrew. But also a brighter tomorrow with the young man. ***** "UNCLE MARIUS!" was the familiar but small voice Marius heard as he walked through a mall. After returning from work, he went there to buy necessities at a bookstore.