Mothership Wilderness Novels & Stories

As children Dyce and I were told not to engage with the “wild ones' ' who supported themselves without the need for “royal civility'. Those people were aimless wanderers who did nothing but take. When they saved me, I didn’t see my rescue quite so clearly. I was angry and took it out on them. I had lost my family and my home. All that I had known in my twelve years of life was ripped from me before I had time to even blink. They were patient with me and gave me time to learn to love and trust them. I consider them an extension of my family now. For years after I was taught the life of the wild ones, a name the people of the land found very endearing, how they lived in unison with the land. T

"I suppose that’s one more tether between us. Both our mothers taken by the Great Silence far too early." "A grim foundation for a bond," Mason remarks dryly, sliding his hands into the pockets of his tailored slacks. "But you will begin a new lineage soon enough." I shiver at the finality in his voice, but before I can retort, Sierra pulls me toward the center of the parlor to begin the ritual of the gowns.

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

And the world around her became blurry. She could not remember how she got here whether she had wandered drunk into this dark street after sunset, or maybe she had slipped into some weird fever dream. But none of that mattered now, the only reality was his mouth moved against hers, the firm affirmation of his lips, and mostly the way every nerve in her body came alive under his touch.Her father’s voice kept rising in the back of her mind, it was sharp and persistent: Never trust the unknown and never surrender to them.But Irvine was already surrendering and she was already giving in to whatever and whoever this was.

He nipped his way up my neck until he reached my ear and whispered, “You’re bad, Brenda. You’re bad and I fucking love it.” “I prefer wild,” I breathed out, finishing on a moan. “You’re bad and you’re wild.” He picked up his pace. “You’re my wild, tempting bitch. Don’t go soft on me.” I laughed, my fists clenching above my head. “Never.” And when I cummed, it was hard and it was wild.

Amid the crisp sound of glasses colliding, I took a sip of the cold beer. The chill slid down my throat, but somehow, it warmed my heart. The road ahead was long, yet there was no reason to look back. Somewhere out there, beyond the horizon, an open wilderness was still waiting for me.

,I need my mother's comfort. " I'm heading into the hospital but we have another problem ,my mom says through the mind link ,there is a bunch of women from the triple chaos pack on the land right now asking for you",just fucking great. " on the way mom and I'm bringing warriors with me",I run to help my mom. If these women think they can attack us they got another thing coming. We run out and all I see are bruised and bloodied women. Some are crying while others stand there dazed. What the fuck happened to them?

Chapter 7: The Judas Protocol The warehouse was a symphony of chaos. Above us, the silver grapple hook shrieked as it tore through the rusted corrugated metal, letting in the jagged, neon-violet glare of the Council gunship’s searchlights. Below, the "Mother’s Shadow" rebels didn't look like heroes; they looked like cornered rats with teeth of jagged steel. Mara’s hand was still clamped onto the black diamond at my throat, her knuckles white, her breath smelling of cheap gin and ancient hatred. Her blade was pressed so hard against my neck that I could feel the cold bite of the metal.

He turned his gaze away, only crouching down to cover Liam's body and shield him. ​On our way into the wilderness, my mother was brutally assaulted and killed by them—by those treacherous clan elders, by those monster men. They assaulted her and left her to die in the cold. I ran back to the clan territory, crying for them to save my mother, but the patrol guards denied me entry. I was left alone in the wild to fend for myself.

"Dax! Pull up! It’s not the feds! It’s " The transmission cut out in a static-filled scream. I looked back. Out of the morning mist emerged four bikes sleek, aerodynamic machines that lacked any branding. They were matte black, their engines silent except for a high-frequency whistle that mimicked the Norton’s prototype. These were the Wraiths, the final iteration of the project my mother and Marcus had started. And they were being ridden by Iron Wolves. "Traitors!" Tank roared, his hand reaching for his sidearm.