Out Of The Wild Book Novels & Stories

Her eyes, once a soft shade of blue, now bore the fiery intensity of an untamed beast. Together, they stood beneath the ancient oak tree, their wolves basking in the moonlight, painting streaks of silver through the darkness. With a shared understanding, they leaped forward, their paws thudding rhythmically against the forest floor. The wind whipped through their fur, caressing their untethered spirits, as they became one with the forest, with the night, with the wild.

This newfound ability imbued the villagers with a sense of security, a tangible defense against the unseen threat. One crisp evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon painting the sky in vibrant hues, a figure emerged from the forest.It was Elara, the village elder, her weathered face etched with an unsettling urgency. "There have been strange occurrences in the Wildwood," she announced, her voice hoarse. "Animals fleeing their territories, an unnatural silence hanging thick in the air." A collective shiver ran through them. The silence in the library, the chilling darkness, was still vivid in their minds. This was not a coincidence.

Finn, the apparent leader of this abduction, leaned down over her, his eyes gleaming in the light of the fire. “There’s no one to hear you scream, and if you utter a sound, I’ll rattle your jaw.” She nodded her understanding and crawled to an upright position. He nudged her backside with his boot and chuckled when she whirled around in outrage. “There’s a blanket by the fire. Get on it and get some sleep. We leave at first light.”

Brandon Blind rage coursed through me as I stampeded through the forest. I could see the wildlife giving me a wide berth as I sped, the little rabbits and deer scampering about, the birds chittering angrily at the ruckus I was creating in the otherwise silent night. My muscles ached with fury, begging to be unleashed. The forest path coiled downhill, leading past the interstate, past the diner, past the town limits, and deep into the wilderness where the Rapid River thrashed brutally against the bank.

He won’t be caged again. My magic erupts out of me with a loud, pain filled scream, that drops me to my knees. The ground beneath me ripples as my magic burst free, my new forest friend rising to my aide. Shadows dance and take shape as they burst from the woods, grabbing wolves and throwing them away from us. Roots snap out of the ground like spears, launching themselves toward the wolves who hadn’t moved closer. Several wolves are flung away, vines latching on and burning their skin as they rip them off of Kai, before anyone even understood what was happening.

In an attempt to regain control the creature then tried to flip me and once again dig its claws into my skin to get a better grip. ----- [Chapter quote:" Into the wild, I go losing my way, finding my soul"]

Then, he waved to a waiter and ordered some food for us. Jared quietened down after the orders were taken and stared at me with his eyes glazed over, looking a little lost. I knew he had taken too big a sip of whiskey earlier and was struggling to stay clear-headed. Just as I wondered if I should take the opportunity to bring up my resignation and have him approve it while he was in a daze, I realized that he was burning a hole in my head with that blatant, fiery gaze of his. I felt my goosebumps rising.

" 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

Ashani stood frozen at the edge of the chasm, her pulse pounding in her ears as the echoes of Clara’s disappearance reverberated through the air. The earth around them was no longer still. The very roots of WildWood seemed to breathe, pulsating with a life of their own, a rhythm that matched her own heartbeat, and every step she took closer to the hole seemed to make the pull stronger.