Out Of The Wild Book Novels & Stories

The war between the Light and the Void was ancient, but the Wild was the wild card that would change the game forever. "Emma?" Félix whispered. "Yeah?" "Next time Nathaniel talks about 'logistics', remind him that he’s basically falling in love with a 'Wild' woman himself. Maya’s been eating raw venison for three days. I think the Saint is going feral." I laughed, a bright, clear sound that echoed through the ruins of my childhood. "I think the whole world is going feral, Félix. And I wouldn't have it any other way."

"Very well, then. I will be needing you to come back three days before your journey. There's need to bath you clean and keep you protected of the dangers and evil of the wild." "Aunt Lyra," my voice was barely above a whisper. "Could you tell me about the wild, please? What you think I should know." She heaved a sigh, her lips pursed before speaking. "The wild is a beast. A roaring beast, there's every need to protect you from its fangs and claws." she explained. "There's a legend that says it is the home of souls that hell had let lose as lessons for others. They crave blood for survival and the Kingdom has been able to keep them at base with the offenders, serving them as offerings."

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.

Hmm, how did he know my favorite flowers? Next to it was a basket full of different spicy chips. It also had a note, but in different handwriting. ​"I would like to fuck you again, somewhere in public sometime. Love, Oliver." My cheeks blushed as I read that. I hid their notes in my bag and then placed the bouquet and basket on my coffee table. How did they know my personal favorites? Did they consult Aihira? Helia? Raze? They're the only ones who know what I like.

“Throwing things and disrupting the peace is not studying. If you’re planning to break something or cry dramatically, I suggest you do it outside.” She reached for the book, but I yanked it away from her bony fingers and shoved it into her arms with a defiant roll of my eyes. “I’m going,” I muttered. And I stormed out. As soon as I stepped into the blinding sunlight, the words tumbled out under my breath. “Tsk. What the hell? That annoying Ram is driving me crazy.”

The animal let out a low snort and lunged forward, bursting away from the castle walls and into the wild, unmapped forest. The trees flew past us in a chaotic rush of black and white. The freezing wind bit at my cheeks, numbing my fingers until I could barely feel the fabric of Michael's cloak. We rode for what felt like hours, deeper and deeper into the wilderness, far past the grand layout of the Moonborn Fate script I had spent months reading on my phone back home. There were no palace walls here. There were no high councils or forced marriages. There was only the vast, terrifying emptiness of a world that didn't care if we lived or died.

“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.

~Nick~ The name’s Nick Gracen, but most call me Lightning. I’m the local prez of the Wild Ridge MC Club. It’s a title that carries weight, respect, and a hell of a lot of responsibility. I looked around the clubhouse, a place that had seen more action than most could handle. The air was thick with the scent of oil, leather, and a hint of whiskey—a comforting blend that felt like home. The brothers were scattered around, some tinkering with their bikes, others deep in conversation about our latest shipment.

The commotion below was coming from Olivia and WIlder with Castor standing by. “Just do it now.” “You don’t have to do this Livie!” “You know that I do! I know you don’t want to talk about it but you know that I have to Wilder!” Wilder doesn’t respond back. He begins to attack Olivia violently and she isn’t even fighting back. I am stunned watching it, feeling my blood boiling. It isn’t until I see his claws extend and slash across her side that a growl escapes my lips. It must be louder than I intend because all their eyes turn toward my window. It isn’t the blood coating the t-shirt that she is wearing or how she is down on her knees on the ground that is breaking my heart. It is the look

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