Faraway Wilds Novels & Stories

She has just gone for a run that it that is all it is. I call my soon to be beta, Bradley since I trust him with my life, I know he was not the best with Kayla to start with but that was only because he did not know who she was, and he thought she was just a horse. Bradley meets me near the forest, and I tell him what has happened and just that we need to find Kayla I have a bad feeling. Bradley suggests that she is just somewhere on the territory, and we head of.

Get away for awhile? Tessa bolts through the door beneath Ian, and once outside, flutters silvery dragonfly wings and sails over the courtyard wall. With a dainty bound, I follow, clearing the fence easily. Surrendering myself to my wolf half, I dash through the moonlit forest, my great black wolf mate at my side. *The End* Author's Note:

Wild wanted to run. It had taken awhile for Wild to pull away from the outside world, from the need to keep going and never stop. Elaine had to physically pull him back a little. "Come on, we should get you guys back inside." With one last look back out, he followed Elaine back inside. Back to the office bedroom. Westley and Tiffany were already flicking through the cartoons. Wild couldn't get it out of his head. The beauty of it all. He was mesmerized by the pretty sky, the blueish green grass, the forest, so full of life. He'd been so close to it all to the dreams he'd been dreaming up for the past year, maybe longer.

The weather outside turned wild again as the evening came, but the moans and groans of pleasure from the two delighted souls in the bed were blending with the swishing sound of the wind and a slight thunder from nature. The sounds of their bodies slapping at each other could have been heard from afar had it not been for the weather.

The violet sun had completely set, and the city was illuminated by millions of glowing, neon-green moss spores floating in the humid air. Thousands of feet below, hidden beneath the thick mist, the Savage Wilds chittered and roared. Mwajuma looked down into the dark. "I am not coming back," she whispered to the abyss. She pictured the burning remains of her village. She pictured the colonial mortars tearing through the thatched roofs. And finally, she pictured her twin brother, Mwanamalundi. Ressi. The boy who commanded the sky.

"Mama, look!" Leo's small hands tapped against the studio's floor-to-ceiling windows, pointing at the gulls flying over the sea. I put down my brush and looked at my three-year-old son. He had the same black curls as Elio, but his eyes were as clear as crystal, without a trace of his father's darkness. "They're beautiful, aren't they?" I said softly, sketching the deep blue of the Mediterranean onto my canvas. This was a secluded town in the south of France. No gunfire, no blood, no betrayal.

Hunter was already waiting at our usual spot, stretching his wrists and joints. Faraway, endless snow peaks sparkled with a sacred radiance under the sun. What a feeling—so vast, so free.

I whispered, my throat raw from screaming. ​Marcus laughed, a harsh, barking sound. "Not our problem. North is the only way that doesn't lead into Ally territory. You go North, you hit the Wildlands." ​The Wildlands. ​The unclaimed territory. A vast expanse of dense, frozen forests and jagged mountains inhabited only by rogues—wolves gone mad with bloodlust—and things even worse than rogues. It was a death sentence. Kaelen hadn't just exiled me; he had politely told me to go die somewhere he wouldn't have to smell the corpse.

I hope you'll enjoy rediscovering these characters and experiencing their stories in a whole new way. To my new readers: Welcome to Campus Wilds, where supernatural instincts collide with university life, fate doesn't always play fair, and finding your destined mate is only the beginning. Whether you're returning or stepping onto campus for the first time, I'm excited to share this new version with you. Thank you for reading and for being part of this journey. With love, Ryn Nookley 🐺✨

“It doesn’t, child. Forever means we keep choosing.” Tare kicked dust. “But I’m tired of other people’s pain. I want my own sky.” That night, his moon pulsed red. Not from choice. From anger. He ran. Out of the Circle city. Past the buried stones that said *CHOOSE*. Past the gardens. Into the Wildlands where no wolves had gone in 500 years. The Wildlands were forbidden. Not by law. By memory. This was where the last temple of “one moon” crumbled. Where wolves once lived without choice.