Gone Wild Stories Novels & Stories

I watch, wary but curious, as the revenant kneels beside Fyre, who lies propped up on rag-stuffed pillows, her breath thin but peaceful for the first time in days. It—he, now, perhaps—speaks in low, lilting tones, telling Fyre stories of old times and older places. Of nights when the moon was red and wolves danced in the snow, of witches who wove their hearts into stones to keep their people safe. Fyre listens, eyelids fluttering, sometimes offering a story in return: of her childhood in the wild lands, of her daughter’s laughter (Aradia, though she does not name her), of mistakes she wishes she could undo.

He buried himself deep up to the balls in her hot dripping pussy and continued fuckung her brutally. Kylie didn't know the last time she had had a fuck like this — just the way she liked it. Last week, she and her pack Alpha had fucked each other. It had been a quick fuck against the wall with both of them aware of the fact that anyone could have passed by the hallway and seen them so that little fuck had not done much for her needy pussy. Now, she was glad she had ran into Reed to help satisfy her insatiable cunt. “I will have those rogue brought back to my pack, Kylie.” He warned as he grind hard into her.

‘Speak’ his authoritative tone echoes in room, we all hold our breaths in fear. ‘I was travelling to south with kids along with me, it was third time I was changing my location. On the way walking between forest, I heard a faint voice of baby’s cry. I would have ignored it, but having kids around me had made me very sensitive towards the kids, a fear of any danger around the baby forced my steps to follow the noise and my suspicion was right, a wolf was attacking the baby.’ She began telling us a story, Willow's story.

I crept into the woods on tiptoe one wonderful night, when the captive birds sang for their liberation. Their cries sounded like a dejected lament about self-satisfaction and the cage they’d never called home. The gypsy wind rocked the trees, and I undoubtedly took the step to provide them with their desired salvation, the ability to breathe and fly freely. They took off, finally returning home. Then I returned to my own cage, which was less filthy but still chained..

** Jack The fold is open when I get there, the entire lower valley in flames and billowing a strange purple gray smoke. Coughing and stumbling, Anna clutches her baby bulge with one hand and the basket she’s been using to transplant Darby’s florae from her garden to the pack greenhouse in the other, struggling along the rocky trail toward the rim. Anna! She looks up relived to see my great gray wolf plunging toward her, climbing onto my back when I slide to a halt.

For a long moment, I just stood there—cloak pulled tight, breath trembling in the icy air, waiting for something in me to break loud enough to echo. Nothing did. So I stepped forward. The wastelands swallowed the sound of my footsteps immediately. No birds. No branches. No life. Just wind, dry and sharp as shattered bone, hissing across a dead horizon. Stories said exiled wolves survived out here. Stories said they built shelters in the ravines, hunted the long plains, carved out small pockets of existence. Stories said they lived. I clung to that as I walked. Because if they lived, maybe I could too.

My skin felt so hot and damp, and between my legs was a wet mess, and the ache remained, refusing to fade even though I was now wide awake. Everything about that dream was so wrong, and forbidden. In our tribe, the Devil was the ultimate evil. My mother had raised me with terrifying stories about how he tempted good girls, how he ruined their souls, and how any woman who gave herself to him would bring shame and curses upon her entire family. We burned special herbs at night to keep him away. We were taught to fear even the mention of his name after sunset. If my mother ever found out I was having dreams like this, she would be heartbroken and furious.

“Your love for each other is wonderful and greatly admirable. You have gone through a lot of trials, but instead of falling apart, you stood stronger against every wave of difficulty. The heavens have heard your cries along with your family. And a wish was made….” Rebekah was keenly and beyond attentively listening. But when she heard about the wish, she could not help interrupting the voice to ask. “What wish was made?” she asked. Then she turned to look at her husband to see if he had made any. “I have no idea, honey….” Ashdod replied eagerly. “A wish for you to have a child…” the voice answered. “And it can be granted. All you have to do is bathe in the forest’s mystical fall over there….

She was soaked through her layers, her muscles burning, and her temper flaring. Ten yards behind her, Connor Hale was struggling just as badly , tall and broad-shouldered, his dark beard already crusted with ice. The two of them had been rivals since the trailhead three days earlier. Every time their paths crossed, sharp words flew. Letitia refused to let the arrogant man from Colorado beat her to the summit. Now survival mattered more than pride. Letitia spotted the small wooden cabin first, half-buried in a drift near the tree line. She didn’t hesitate. She kicked the door open and stumbled inside, Connor right on her heels. The heavy door slammed shut, cutting off the roar of the storm.

THEMES: Dark and Intense, Incubus- X- Human, Demon- X- Human, Filthy tone, Accidental demon summoning, Memory reading, Blackmail pre plot, Risky fuck, Public setting, Fucking in a Library, Aftercare, Revenge, Spell Gone Wrong, Spell circle, Trapped in a Spell circle rune.