Gone Wild Stories Novels & Stories

The vibrant colors of the wildflowers, the majesty of ancient trees, the mesmerizing dance of the Northern Lights—these moments of wonder brought a glimmer of hope, a reminder that even in darkness, beauty could exist. Lyra continued her journey, fueled by an unyielding determination. She knew the path ahead was perilous, and that danger lurked at every turn. But she also knew that she wasn’t alone in this vast wilderness. The echoes of the rogue werewolves in the distance served as a constant reminder of the larger conflict looming on the horizon, and the whispers of the wind carried with them the promise of finding a new pack, a new haven, and perhaps, unexpectedly, a new love. The wildern

I have a rehearsed story that I tell people and it's that exact story that they'll find out if they decide to do some digging. “There's not much to tell, my name is Natalie Edmund, I'm an only child, I grew up in Denver, I never knew my father and I lost my mother when I just turned eighteen. I went through a rebellious stage after she died and I ended up pregnant and that was the wake up call that I needed. I enrolled back into school, I went to school through my pregnancy and the boys came at the right time, they came at the start of summer break, so I had three months rest and by the time school resumed I was able to enroll them into a training center for young wolves.

I was the girl who poured their drinks, cleaned up their crumbs, stood off to the side with my head low. But I listened. Every night, I listened. And my favorite stories—the ones that sent chills down my spine—were about the rogues. Greywin would say, “They don’t walk like us. They stalk. They don’t breathe like us. They sniff, they growl. And when you hear a branch break in the middle of the forest, child, don’t run… they already know where you are.” I remembered the way the girls would huddle closer, giggling but scared. But I wasn’t giggling. I was barely breathing. I always held my tray tighter and leaned closer to hear more.

"Very well, then. I will be needing you to come back three days before your journey. There's need to bath you clean and keep you protected of the dangers and evil of the wild." "Aunt Lyra," my voice was barely above a whisper. "Could you tell me about the wild, please? What you think I should know." She heaved a sigh, her lips pursed before speaking. "The wild is a beast. A roaring beast, there's every need to protect you from its fangs and claws." she explained. "There's a legend that says it is the home of souls that hell had let lose as lessons for others. They crave blood for survival and the Kingdom has been able to keep them at base with the offenders, serving them as offerings."

I wasn't really thinking it through when I started cooking, I just needed a distraction. I wiggle my hips as the music begins to change. My favorite words are coming up. “Bells will be ringing.. The sad, sad news... Oh, what a Christmas, to have the blues... My baby's gone... I have no friends... to wish me greetings, once again..” Damn, this song is literally me. I feel tears well in my eyes. I have no friends. After Wilder died, Katie and Lena reached out. They tried with me, but I shut them down. Now, my two best friends and I haven't talked in months. Wyatt was a friend and so much more, and now we are nothing. I've lost everyone because I pushed them away.

He let out the friendliest of smiles, making Anderson very uncomfortable. Anderson stared back and forth between Suit and the scroll. His mind was racing. The contract sounded simple enough. Straightforward, but he did not understand. ‘What did he mean by survive the stories? Did he not say I was going to tell a story? What does survive the story mean?’ Question after question popped up into his head. He could not help himself. He had no idea exactly what it meant, but one thing was for certain; He would not move forward if he did nothing but constantly question the situation

The smell of wet forest after a long rain and sun heated honey, wakes me from my sleep. I don’t know how many times I’ve tried to escape by now, but nothing I do seems to work. More and more wolves are going missing, if Tam’s growing hysteria is anything to go by.

WARNING: The story you loved has ended, but the consequences are far from over. Hearts that were broken, promises that were betrayed, and secrets long buried now cast shadows over a new generation. Lexie and Ram’s world may have found its resolution, but the echoes of their choices ripple forward. Love has been tested, loyalty fractured, and the sins of the past refuse to stay buried. For Macy, the daughter of their legacy, the world is already a battlefield. Power, desire, and danger intertwine in ways no one could anticipate. Allies may be enemies, passion may be perilous, and trust could be the most dangerous gamble of all.

All four alone together in the woods for six weeks of scorching summer days and steamy, dark nights. Ebony’s Pack: Fated to the Ranger Wolves A Stand Alone Story and Sequel to Poor Unfortunate Wolf This concludes the Poor Unfortunate Wolf by Klaira Blains. If you would like to read more novels by her. Search Klaira Blains on the GoodNovel app for a complete listing of her novels. Or visit her author website www.klairablainsauthor.com Don’t forget to leave a gem or two and a friendly comment about the book. I hope you have enjoyed it as much as I did writing it.

"Once a Northern wolf has gone rogue and gone out, there is almost no getting him back. The wild ones do not return the way the turned ones from our own do. The pack is not their pack anymore. The only thing that has ever worked on a wild one is a hunter who does not mind dying. We have not had many of those. The last Alpha to bring a wild Northern rogue back inside Ironmaw walls and bind him was three of my fathers ago. He came out of the hunt with a bite on the upper thigh. Took him into a fever for nine days. He kept the leg. He did not walk on it the same after. We tell the children that story so they know not to volunteer for it." "And you," I said. "You went looking." He did not answer