Into The Wild Novels & Stories

“Living indoors for months has been bad for you. You need to get back in touch with your wild sides.” “I don’t have a wild side,” Wilder says. “I was always civilized.” “Eat your rabbit,” Lyra tells him. I’m already sucking the meat from the bones of mine. “I’m going to go look for this river,” I say, getting to my feet. “Don’t be gone too long,” Wilder says. “We don’t want to have to come looking for you.” I nod. Being told what to do is a little annoying, but I do get it. We’re a family, and I would be anxious if I thought something might have happened to any one of them. They don’t want me out of sight.

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 🐺✨

" Under the cloak of night, the children and I followed Ethan onto a private jet. Our journey led us to a secluded canyon nestled in the Northwood mountains, known as Silver Moon Valley. Apprehension filled me as the cabin door opened. Being human, I feared rejection from the wolfkins. To my surprise, the door revealed a welcoming committee, arms laden with flowers. A venerable woman with silver locks, the clan's esteemed healer, approached and tenderly examined the children. "Praise be to the Moon Goddess. We are graced with the healthiest pups in a century," she said. Joyous cheers erupted as the clan showered me with gifts. Ethan, with a comforting arm around me, whispered, "Our people ho

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.

Of course, I wouldn’t let the wild one bite him, but first, I needed to understand why he was hiding behind the bushes. “Don’t just stand there, help me!” he cried out, crawling backward while the wild one kept grunting and moving toward him. “I will, but what will I get in return? I’m sure you know about trading better than anyone else, given you trade information in exchange for years of your life,” I shrugged, steadily walking behind the wild one and grabbing it by the neck. Even touching them felt strange. Their skin was different and very itchy. “What do you want?” Finch asked in a panic as I forced the wild one onto him.

ZAYN I decided to follow the lone wolf into the quiet forest, leaving behind the populated areas of my pack. The sunlight peeked through the leafy canopy, creating a beautiful pattern of light and shadow on the forest floor beneath my feet. The scent of moist earth filled my nostrils as I made my way through the tangle of trees. As I delved deeper into the woods, the foliage became denser, with ferns gently caressing my legs until I reached the heart of the forest. There, I encountered a woman embracing a specific tree like her life depended on it, while a pack of wolves encircled the tree's base.

I whisper hoarsely, my voice barely a breath against the overwhelming silence. The forest seems to close in on me, the once-comforting darkness now a suffocating void. I look up, hoping to see the familiar faces of my family, but instead, a low, menacing growl emerges from the depths of the woods. My heart pounds in my chest as a figure begins to materialize through the gloom. A large, black wolf steps into view, its eyes glowing a haunting blue. Its coat is sleek and glossy, a stark contrast against the dark backdrop of the woods. A white diamond-shaped tattoo gleams on its forehead, catching the faint light and casting eerie shadows.

For I have embraced the wilderness, and it has molded me into a force to be reckoned with. So, as I navigate through the dense forest, each step brings me closer to the moment when my skills will be unleashed. With unwavering focus and a heart filled with determination, I am ready to face whatever challenges lie ahead. The wilderness has become my ally, and I am ready to prove myself worthy of its teachings.

With a deep breath, I closed my eyes and allowed the transformation to consume me. Bones cracked, and my muscles shifted, reshaping my body into Nia's. My senses sharpened, and raw energy coursed through my veins. I could hear the rustle of leaves on the forest floor, the distant hoot of an owl, and the distant murmur of a nearby stream. As the moonlight bathed me, I bounded into the wilderness, the earth beneath my paws becoming my playground. The night air caressed my fur, and a wild joy surged through my being.

Yet, the beast within, fueled by a primal hunger, urged him to embrace the change within him and unleash his newfound power. With a deep breath, Ethan succumbed to the call of the wild. His body became light and springy and it moved with such a grace and swiftness he had never experienced before. Muscles rippled beneath his transformed skin, and his senses honed in on a distant sound—the panicked rustling of a deer.