Mothership Wilderness Novels & Stories

"It's Saturday night. Live for tonight, worry about Monday when the sun comes up." As they pulled into the gravel driveway, the bass from the house was already vibrating through the car's frame. The Maddox House was a sprawling, dark-timbered beast of a home, lit up tonight like a beacon for every bad decision in the county. People were already spilling onto the lawn, red cups in hand, laughter echoing over the music. Lena stepped out of the car and smoothed down her sheer tank top. She wasn't wearing a bra—it was too hot, and the silk felt better against her skin—but now, under the yellow glow of the porch lights, she felt exposed.

they had always wanted, in exchange for their daughter's humanity. "If you refuse," the Mothers hummed, their tone shifting to a sharp, acoustic edge, "the earth will vibrate until every city is dust. The 'Expatriation' was just the beginning. We are the Harvest." Panni looked back through the light. She saw Jinyan. He was on his knees, his hands bleeding as he gripped the deck plating, his entire body acting as a lightning rod to keep the ship from exploding. He was grounding the energy that was trying to consume her and Grace.

“Well, as you could guess, my mother disapproved of my friendship with Maria. She said that a noble's daughter can never be friends with the servant's daughter. She spoke of it like it was an abomination. like it would slander and dirty the alphas name. I was stubborn. I was really stubborn and my actions came with consequences.’’ Trish gets up from the bed and moves towards the last window on one side of the bedroom. there is a balcony but she doesn't walk into it. instead she turns back to us, grazing her fingers over the fabric of the curtain as she continues. “I went against her wishes. I continued hanging out with Maria. Taking walks in the garden with her. befriending all her friends.

He closed his eyes, and when he opened his eyes, "You could drown for Pete's sake, Israel! "You got hit by a gun, and then you swam!" Mama Serena. "I'm sorry, Ma. But do you think I would let my wife drown in fuckin' death?" "No fucking way!" "Rezoir!" "It was just a bullet, Ma. The important thing is that I saved my mother and daughter." I burst into tears. There...were saved. Mama Serena cried. "You know how I hate... the ocean."

There was a tale passed through generations, reaching the 21st Century, about a group of werewolves’ special mutation that brings out dormant abilities from a family’s genetic line. They were said to be marked and blessed by the moon goddess for they were the first of her followers. They were given the title of Legacy Wolves, keeping up their tradition and passing on their special traits through their children.

She continued to play and sing as she thought of her pack and of her mate “Would you like me if I drank that….If you wanted I could take that….I'll do anything for love…..I don't feel like I'm enough…You can probably see right through me…..'Cause I can promise if you knew me…You would probably walk away….No you wouldn't want to stay…Oh, Mama said gonna be all right…But mama don't know what it's like in my mind….Mama said that the sun gon' shine….But mama don't know what it's like to want to die…I can't carry this anymore…Heavy from the hurt inside my veins….I can't carry this anymore….Wonder what it's like to be okay…I know I'll be fine it's just that…Every time this comes back…Tell my maker

"Behold your Heirs! Not by blood, not by law, but by the courage to save the very people who rejected them!" The roar that erupted from the Ravine was deafening. It wasn't the howl of a pack; it was the anthem of a new civilization. The "face-slap" to the Southern Matriarch was already in motion. She thought she was fighting a woman and her pups; she didn't realize she had triggered a global immune response. The First Launch

I had once stood in front of a travel program and quietly said that I wanted to see those places when I grew up. Several months later, Mother returned and contacted a child advocacy organization. Hundreds of thousands of people watched when the livestream began. Mother sat before the camera after her hair had gone mostly white. The empty wooden box rested on the table in front of her. For the first time, she told the world the truth about the black and gold stick game.

He claimed the wilderness was full of vicious Rogues and that he feared for my safety. But the fresh, high-quality prey he sometimes brought back couldn't possibly have come from this outer part of the wilderness. I used to feel sorry for him, for all his hard work, and even offered to hunt with him. But he told me that the deep woods were filled with out-of-control Rogues and rabid beasts. The trap with the rabid bear had left me so terrified that I clung to his every word. Now, any rustle in the woods makes me flinch and instinctively cry out his name.

Mom was extra furious that day. The rod came down much harder than it used to be. Unable to hold it in, I howled. Mom only got angrier. "What are you screaming for? I can no longer dance after giving birth to you, so your dad got himself a mistress! And you're a good-for-nothing, too! I can't believe you only got second place… How could you have gotten second place? You want everyone to point fingers at me, don't you? In your dreams!"