Savage Lands Novels & Stories

Thank you savannah thank you for giving me this chance he says as he turns and walks away. Once Brandon is far enough away I wake Sarah, we have to go it's 4 am. Our parents will worry I tell her and we gather our belongings and head thru the forest to the pack house. Just as we are about to step out of the woods I smell something that reaks like raw sewage right before I get a pack wide mind link from beta Harvey, rogues in territory, all those who can't fight get to the shelter and has anyone seen savannah or my daughter Sarah they have been gone for hours, shit I say out loud. There are about five rogues about 20 ft away in human form I hear them talking to each other. They say she is a s

The sweet sounds of wild birds were replaced by a horrible, mechanical grinding noise that vibrated through the trees. “Whirrrr. Crash.” “We are getting close,” Nova said, her silver eyes flashing as she jumped over a giant fallen log with easy, athletic grace. “The corporate hunters have set up their camp right on the edge of the First Sanctuary. Their drills are already cutting into the outer skin of the continent.”

Savage Daddy: Intro: When wildlife photographer Thessaly Brooks gets stranded in remote Alaskan wilderness owned by reclusive billionaire Caspian Wolfe, she thinks rescue is just a satellite phone call away. But Caspian's compound is snowed in for the next six weeks, and he has no intention of sharing his solitude with a chatty city girl who doesn't know the first thing about survival. Too bad for him, Thessaly doesn't take no for an answer. And too bad for her, Caspian has been alone in these mountains for five years, and he's forgotten how to be civilized.

Rotting, skeletal hands burst from the mud, grabbing my ankles and pulling me down. "The Deadlands," Zade roared, his shadows flaring. "She opened a gate to the Deadlands!" Sasha let out a horrific, echoing laugh as she was swallowed by the green mist. The ground gave way entirely, and Zade and I plummeted into a dark, screaming abyss.

To disobey was death. The car slowed down. The smooth pavement turned into gravel, and then into crunching snow. We had reached the border. Beyond the fence lay the Dead Lands, a frozen wasteland of jagged rocks and endless snow where nothing grew and no one survived. The car stopped. "Get out," Sam grunted, unlocking the door. I didn't move. I couldn't. He sighed and got out, walking around to my side, and yanking the door open. He grabbed my arm and pulled me out.

"As i've told you earlier , Mister Larson, that's not possible . I have already done my part , now you have to do your's!" "Come on Mister Spells, don't you trust me now ?" "Of course i trust you Mister Larson, of course! But i don't trust your health! I've heard of what happened yesterday and i don't want to take any risk! What i you die during the night ,and i don't get my money this Monday ,huh? " "How disgusting! How can you be so mean? After everything i did for you? " "Well ,i've done a lot too! I've even gave you my only daughter ! Do you think that i don't suffer ? "

“Help! I have a sick pup and I’m being chased by a rogue!” One takes the baby and runs to the gate of the pack territory. Another tries to protect me, but is immediately attacked by a gray blur. The third screams behind me as Savage ends his life. The last thing I feel is Savage’s heavy hot breath on my neck before the world goes dark.

Smelled blood. The SUV hummed along the back roads, heading north. The sun was fully up now, blazing through the tinted windows, and the Texas scrubland stretched endlessly in every direction. Flat and brown and indifferent, the kind of landscape that had no interest in what had happened to us last night or the night before. It just kept going.

The body slumped, lifeless. Torin stripped the enforcer's leathers, pulling them on over his battered frame. They hung loose, stained with rogue musk that made his wolf snarl inside. He grabbed the keys and rifle, slipping into the tunnels like a shadow. The camp above buzzed with activity—rogues sharpening blades, roasting meat over fires, their eyes darting toward Malachi's tent where Lyra's captivity loomed. Torin skirted the edges, heart hammering at every close call, until he burst through the outer perimeter into the Dead Lands' barren wilds. Freedom hit like a slap, but it tasted like ash without her.

Killian asked, his hand going to the hilt of the silver blade at his waist. ​“No,” Silas replied, his voice grim. “Something much older. The Red Wasteland wasn’t always a desert, Killian. It was the site of the very first Sovereign-Human war, thousands of years ago. The things that died down there didn't always stay dead. They became part of the geography.”