Into The Wild Novels & Stories

I need to find her fast. The smell leads me to a clearing, a small feminine body crawled in the middle. “Wilda!” I shout. No answer. Her heartbeat, though erratic is there. I run to her and kneel beside her. She lays on her side with her hand twisted at a weird angle beneath her. I shake her. “Wilda,” I whisper. Still, she does not stir. She only twitches in her sleep. Her eyes are closed tight and her forehead is creased by a frown. She must be dreaming… probably having a nightmare. Who falls asleep in the middle of the woods at this time of the night?

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

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."

She didn’t have the energy to fight Mara’s silent battles today. Garrick clasped a heavy hand on her shoulder. “Come, little dove. We've got work to do.” They rode into the forest at dawn, their horses’ hooves moving against the damp earth. The mist curled low between the trees, it was foggy, swallowing the world in silence.

I took my phone out and recited my number, which he dialed and instantly my phone rang with an unknown number. “ By the way, I am Zack,” he says, smiling. And I am a miserable writer,searching for inspiration. “I’m Winter” “Great. I'll see you around Winter” . “Bye” I waved at him and soon it started to drizzle. So much for losing my fats. I rushed towards one of the buildings seeking shelter. The skies rumbled with angry thunder, lighting blinking furiously like a raged thor striking his hammer.

I slowly step forward while scanning the surroundings because I knew in the dark there might be a hidden werewolf that for me is an enemy even in physical form, werewolves are just like me. I positioned myself as the crackle from the lush grass grew louder. I know that creature is coming and I have to be ready. I backed away when three large wild pigs came out of the lush grass ready to rush to have me as their dinner but I would not allow them to do that because I was not born just to be eaten by any creature.

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.