Gone Wild Stories Novels & Stories

Annie thumbed through the guide book for Arkansas hot spring, looking for the page she folded down. Helmslee Hot springs. The guide book promised secluded undeveloped minera pools in the streambed of a canyon. It had sound like a soothing, healing sort of place. She had been making a point of finding the beautiful and secure places to hike and camp on this trip without any form of attack, she was weak omega, the weakest one for yhat matter, she trying to keep her ass safe though she knew that her mate was there to save her. So as soon as she set her tent, she was heading straight for the trailhead. Maybe she could find some peace in a pool of hot mineral waters, but at this point she doub

To go straight into the jaws of the wolf hunting her down. Not a fucking chance. I reacted before she could. I lunged, slamming into her with enough force to send us both off the cliff. The world yanked sideways. Wind howled past my ears. Elise twisted midair, her wolf’s body writhing against mine, claws raking at my fur, fangs snapping dangerously close to my throat. Instinct ruled her now—pure, unchecked survival. The moment stretched, endless. Wind howled past us, the ground disappearing beneath our paws, nothing but open air and the cold abyss below.

"It was about wolves who had been exiled, banished, or killed because they were considered dangerous. It was almost like a collection of old stories about packs that had committed terrible things." Hayes's face became more serious. "I borrowed it from the library." His eyes stayed on mine. "What kind of stories?” "Different ones." I thought for a moment. "One of them was about a pack that kidnapped babies from other packs and used rituals involving them to strengthen their own bloodline. There were stories about wolves who experimented with forbidden magic, packs that tried to overthrow their Alphas, and others that were destroyed because they were considered too dangerous to be allowed to s

I did manage to find a neighborhood group of friends when I was eight, but they only lasted for a year before I wasn’t allowed to play with them anymore. Like many kids at the time, my siblings and I spent a lot of time alone without supervision. I always prefer to think of the great adventures we had. Our parents being gone left us to our own imagination. We were the wild kids in the neighborhood. We camped at the local playground all night, we went looking for ghosts at the local creek, and we build a fort under a tree that we buried treasure under. I loved to tell my children about being wild and free as a child, but there was a price that I paid for this freedom. One of the prices that w

"For making this harder than it needed to be. Between Miranda, and Zara, and now this, I just want us back the way we were before all of it." I pull back enough to look at him, and he looks back at me the way he used to, and he kisses me, slow, careful, like he's checking whether it still feels the way it used to. It doesn't. It feels familiar and strange at the same time. --- The bonfire that weekend feels like the first easy night in months. Everyone's there—Avriel roasting a marshmallow until it catches fire on purpose, Darnel doing an impression of a teacher that has half the group crying laughing, the whole group loud and warm around the flames like nothing has touched any of us.

And I wanted to be punished: Perhaps that, more than anything else. I began reading erotic BDSM stories. For a while this seemed to be enough. It allowed me to escape my life, if only for short periods of time. Erotic BDSM stories were challenging to find in my small town and soon found myself searching sites on the internet. This opened up a whole new world: Before I knew it, I was placing ads on personals sites, trying to make my dream a reality. Initially the responses were just crude. Even the ones I decided to contact, seemed a little beyond what I was looking for: Cruel men, perhaps dangerous too. Finally I received a response from Tony.

“Crispen is a fine name. Now continue with your story.” “What’s your name?” he asked. “Mary,” she answered softly. “My papa is Laird Edward Woods.” Mary struggled to place the name, but there were so many clans she had no knowledge of. Her home was in the highlands, but she hadn’t seen God’s country in ten long years. “So you went to meet your uncle. Then what happened?” “I got lost,” he said mournfully. “Then a McDonald soldier found me and intended to take me to his laird to ransom, but I couldn’t let that happen. It would dishonor my papa, and he can’t afford to ransom me. It would cripple our clan."

The little girl said with signs. “Why?” Erika continued. “I saw something in the woods.” “What did you see?” “A monster.” Erika smiled beautifully. “Monsters don’t exist.” “Yes, they do.” What she didn’t know was that Celine called monsters to the people of Valeria since the day she saw how two men of Valeria were kicking the people’s things who hadn’t paid his right to be in the market and sell their products. And she knew that because Mr. Juan had been one of those people, that was the reason why he built his little cabin away from the town. At least, Valeria never bothered him again, there were other things that did, but carrying water from the river to his cabin, or collecting fruits fro

Sometimes the great grey wolf took her riding on his back. Sometimes, they rode oh so fast, that the stars pulled from the sky like herbs ripe to the plucking from the rain swollen earth, and Anya felt that there was much more to her story than just her wayward family and her spells and schoolbooks – and that someone, out there somewhere, was watching her from above in the stillness of the night – waiting, dark, and always hungry.

In that very moment, they comprehended that their odyssey had merely commenced, with countless chapters yet to unfold. With bated breath, they delved into the boundless expanse of their story, its pages whispering promises of untold wonders and uncharted territories. Each turn of the page brought them closer to a realm teeming with adventure, where their spirits would soar and their souls would find solace. In this captivating narrative, the wild and the civilized intertwined like lovers in a passionate embrace, their dance an exquisite symphony of harmony.