Into The Wild Novels & Stories

However, we are wild beings, with an insane hunger and need for freedom, it is imposible to cage us, we are the definition of wild, trying to supress our wolves has never ended well for us, It could be like a split personality, the wolf in us, it takes time to merge, it gets harder and painful if we try to supress it, and unlike myths, we do not need to kill to activate it, because contrary to popular belief, it is not a curse, but a gift, a blessing. "Hi," I hear, and turn my gaze to the person, I see a young woman. "Hello." I smile at her, her eyes widening. "Hi," She smiles, then chuckles with embarassment at her repetition, I just stare at her with renewed interest, waiting as she ges he

Then he would bathe himself in that glistening dew that drenched the flushed, pouting folds of her cunt, that gleamed on on her trembling Fingers, tempting him, tantalizing him. Watched her avidly, his breath sawing harshly in and Out of his chest. Her hips jerked and she let out a shudder ing cry, closing her thighs tightly around her hand as her face convulsed in ecstasy. Suddenly, a loud crack and a rustling sound came out of the woods. Annie sprang up and slid swiftly back into the water with a startled gasp. There was the sound of bushes Snapping back into place. A bellow of primordial rage burst out of his throat. He crashed out of the bushes, ready to hunt down whoever had

I couldn’t catch my breath as the world spun around me rolling over rocks and sticks further and further away from my father's men. I finally stopped and took what felt like forever to take five large and exasperated breaths bumps and bruises dotted my body and I felt a stinging somewhere on my leg, then another piercing sensation on my arm. I got up pushing past the p[ain and stumbling through the forest. I could hear them curing behind me as they fumbled their own way down the hill guns drawn. Don’t think about them. Keep going. I started running keeping my eyes ahead of me watching my feet and where they landed as I hurled forward. If I was where I thought, I was by a small outlet that ha

I lunged for the door, threw it open, and sprinted into the night. I ran until my lungs burned like fire. I ran until my legs felt like jelly. I didn't look back. I crashed through tall grass and tripped over hidden roots. Finally, I collapsed behind a thick cluster of bushes. I looked around. I was in a dark forest. In the distance, I could see the faint glow of streetlights. The road. Freedom was right there. I stood up to run, but then I heard footsteps. Two men were walking along a dirt path just a few feet away. I pressed myself into the dirt, praying the shadows would hide me.

** Into the byss ** The tunnel is suffocating, the walls slick with moisture as Sophia and Ethan race through the narrow, uneven passage. Her lungs burn with each breath, the cold air stinging her throat. Behind them, the echoes of the pursuing men grow louder, their shouts carrying through the darkness. Every step feels like it’s taking her further from safety, and yet closer to answers she’s both desperate and terrified to find.

Wilder was in his apartment, feeling bored and restless. It was the weekend and he badly wished there was either work or school. He wanted to see those triplets or Olivia. He was checking out channels on the television when his phone beeped and he grabbed it. “Rogues are attacking us” It was a brief message and his eyes blazed with fury as he rushed out, he went to grab his keeps and raced out of the house to the woods. He reached and dashed out, forgetting about the car as he shifted when no one was in sight and raced in. He reached the back house to see everywhere disorganized and his people running around.

He buries himself in her, deeper and harder, as if attempting to merge their very souls. They collapse together, muscles trembling, hearts pounding in syncopation. Rain pelts the roof as Lyric shifts, wincing at the unfamiliar pressure inside her. "I can't—why can't I move?" she whispers, voice tight with confusion. "We're stuck together." Sebastian's eyes soften as he brushes damp copper strands from her forehead. "It's called knotting," he murmurs against her temple. "My body's...locking us together. It's how wolves mate."

The mist curled low between the trees, it was foggy, swallowing the world in silence. Irvine tried to breathe it in, let the calm settle her, but something about the woods made her restless. Every rustle, every snap of a twig, they rang louder than it should. Her ears caught sounds farther away than possible: the flutter of birds high inthe sky, the tiny footsteps of a rabbit beneath roots. Her senses were sharper, too sharp. Garrick dismounted first, tying his harnesses to a branch with practiced ease. “The tracks will be fresher deeper in,” he murmured, his tone low but hungry. “Stay close.”

“It doesn’t, child. Forever means we keep choosing.” Tare kicked dust. “But I’m tired of other people’s pain. I want my own sky.” That night, his moon pulsed red. Not from choice. From anger. He ran. Out of the Circle city. Past the buried stones that said *CHOOSE*. Past the gardens. Into the Wildlands where no wolves had gone in 500 years. The Wildlands were forbidden. Not by law. By memory. This was where the last temple of “one moon” crumbled. Where wolves once lived without choice.

“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.