Faraway Wilds Novels & Stories

Col‍d, di‌s⁠tant, far⁠ awa‍y. I w‍hi‍spered,⁠ “So‍meone⁠… ple‍⁠as‍e hu‍rry.” Far‍ away‌, across fo⁠r‌ests and rivers, I didn’t‍ k⁠now‍. Cla⁠ven felt‌ a s‍harp pull in his c‍hest. A whisp‌er. A cry. A faint spar‌k of‍ my‌ scent in the⁠ wind. H‍e snap‍ped‍ awake.

SIX MONTHS LATER “You were stupid, Zein! You were a damn stupid! I can’t believe you’re following your brother’s steps!” Valeria shouted to Zein. She had been yelling at him like that for the last 6 months since she knew she had sold the ranch and the land around it to the Muriel family.

"Today we march to reclaim what was stolen. To punish those who break pack law. To bring home an heir and eliminate a threat. Fight with honor. Fight with strength. And remember, the rogue may be powerful, but she stands alone. We stand together." The warriors howl. The sound echoes across the pack lands, a declaration of war. They march out in formation. Disciplined. Organized. A proper pack army. Jasper leads them north, toward the Direwilds. Toward Araya. Toward his son. The journey takes two days. They move quickly but carefully, scouting ahead for traps or ambushes. The Direwilds grow darker and more oppressive the deeper they go. Twisted trees. Strange shadows. An atmosphere that makes

Like it knew something she didn’t. She rubbed her arms, shaking off the thought. She had sat in the living room alone for a while after Elara had left her but she was starting to feel suffocated so she slipped outside when no one noticed, and decided to go out for an evening walk. The Liaison estate was grand, spreading out into well-trimmed gardens before filling out into the wild treeline. Garrick liked to say he kept the wild at bay, but Irvine often thought the wild kept itself alive, waiting, and bidding. Tonight, she wanted to feel it wrap around her.

Silvia just took a wrong turn somewhere along the way. With a heart heavy with regret and a touch of blame, I walked away from her. The bond of sisterhood between us had faded long ago. … I could not bear to linger in that city, steeped in sorrow, any longer. I found a new job at a private hospital in a different city. There, the surroundings were nicer, the pay was better, and I finally carved out time to savor life, to fall in love, to reclaim the years I felt I had been owed.

You are welcome to join us if the office walls start closing in. Callan glanced toward the cliffside windows again, where lightning briefly illuminated the sea crashing below. The packhouse stood high above jagged rocks and restless water. They were sea wolves as much as forest wolves, raised on salt air and stubborn ground. One winding road led up through dense forest to their home, and from his office, he could survey nearly all of it. The territory was rich, the borders long, and more than one ambitious Alpha could look at his lands and imagine them as their own.

Amid the crisp sound of glasses colliding, I took a sip of the cold beer. The chill slid down my throat, but somehow, it warmed my heart. The road ahead was long, yet there was no reason to look back. Somewhere out there, beyond the horizon, an open wilderness was still waiting for me.

Still my eyes close I manage to grab Farren’s chubby arms to pull her close to me. I used her arm to wipe some sands on my face. Her arms are quite chubbier and sturdier than the last time I hold it. It keeps on vibrating on my face as if Farren is giggling, but I can’t hear her snorting or scream in high pitch sounds. “Keep still, Farren,” I requested. “Uhm, auntie?” Farren called. I heard Caleb laugh at the background and Ciri giggling. “What?” I groaned, still rubbing her arms on my cheeks and face.

No city, no mountain, nothing! I saw the grass dancing with the wind and shined by the moonlight. It was a bright night. I turned my face to the sky and the stars glowed like glitters. No clouds. I never saw this kind of night. It felt so warm and so nice. Is it paradise? Am I dead already? Of course, I'm dead, it's not earth. It felt different. "Autumn. My strong and beautiful wolf." A sweet voice cracked the quiet night and I looked around. I can't find anyone. I'm alone. Who is that?

Lexie’s eyes widened at his question, and she quickly turned to look at him as if saying "Are you serious?" Ram then smiled at her playfully and said— “I am.” A few moments later, Lexie smiled as well. Without another word, she grabbed his hand and led him down a winding path, ignoring his mischievous chuckle. “I can hear the waterfall.” Ram whispered excitedly, making her giggle. “Yes, we’re almost there.” She said, smiling as she heard the sound of rushing water and birds chirping. A few more steps, and they were greeted by a breathtaking paradise.