Savage Lands Novels & Stories

I almost feel like I could fall back to sleep, but I want to spend time with my mate today. “Tell me about your pack,” she says. I turn and look at her because I can. She really is exquisitely beautiful. She glances over at me and raises an eyebrow. “Your pack?” “Sorry, I got lost in your beauty for a moment,” I tell her honestly. I pull my eyes away from her and look at the road in front of us so I can concentrate. “My pack is set in the Rocky Mountains of Colorado. I have just over two hundred pack members. The pack is set on the secluded side of a huge lake that partially freezes over in the winter and reflects the forest and the sky like a mirror in the summer.”

*** The albino looked at the photo in his hand, his face etched with grief. The love of his life. His wife. The woman he’d been with for over a century. She was no more. Killed by the bloody wolves of Stanwood Pack during the battle that saw the collapse of his clan. That little girl had no idea what she and her savage bunch had taken from him. If she did, she wouldn’t have made a deal with him. His thirst for vengeance was definitely more intense than the need to live.

I thought I could survive him. But no one survives Zane Wilde. Not untouched. Not unchanged. I was supposed to guard my heart. But love doesn’t follow rules. Now I’m left piecing together what’s left of me while he walks away untouched—like he never bled me dry. He left a ruin where my heart used to be. A story where silence should have been. And still… I’d choose him all over again. Because that’s the thing about savage love— It doesn’t ask for permission.

“You better call me tonight, Zayn. We have a lot of things to talk about.” “Alright, take care of yourself. I will send Micah to escort you to the Dark Edge pack,” I kept my eyes on his empty wrist out of habit before I remembered that he was no longer wearing the silver bracelet that was used to suppress his savage wolf. In the Great Landmark, wolves had three mental stages: Normal, Rogue, and Savage. Although all the men from the Dark Edge pack had rogue wolves, he was forced to enter the savage state after his mate rejected him, unlike me who was born with a savage wolf. I had to keep it a secret, even from him, as savage wolves were usually hunted down due to their dangerous and belliger

Tears running down Delcourt. Savage found himself wondering if they could contain anything contagious. “Why are you forcing me to live thus!” So much for not whining… “I’m not a particular fan of killing women.” “Could’ve fooled me. You’ve destroyed me!” “You destroyed yourself. You’ve a corrupted soul. No fault of mine.” She’s not entirely wrong. *** Watercourse Hamlet, Dread Hideout CHAVIAS Chavias was ordered to raid Watercourse. Again. Savage’s storehouse.

“Yeah, me too! I want something wild. Something completely out of character. Sex in public, maybe? I've been a good girl for too long. Oh, how I want my Alpha crush would appear out of nowhere and have his way with me.” “Alpha crush?” I asked hastily, knowing they'd have to face me shortly. How the hell was I supposed to know what I wanted when I haven't even experienced sex itself? “Alpha Leon. Have you guys heard of him?” Layla nodded. “The pure-blood? I heard he is dangerous. People get scared shitless just from the mention of his name. They call him Savage Alpha, the bringer of death because that's what he does. He kills.” I leaned in closer, my curiosity in the story unexpectedly piqued

"What are they calling me?" Darius finally let out a short laugh. "The Savage Luna." I froze. I stared at him, my mouth dropping open slightly. I was completely dumbfounded. "The what?" I asked, my voice flat. "The Savage Luna," Darius repeated, and this time he didn't even try to hide his grin. "People are talking about the way you handled Rydan. They’re saying you didn't just kill him, you ended a whole era with total brutality. They saw the way you stood between two Alphas and told them both to back off. They think you're a force of nature, Lyra."

“Cut.” I did. She took the top card without looking and flipped it face up. It showed a dark forest, twisted trees, and a cloaked figure standing at its edge. The Path. Reversed. Madam Isolde stared at it for a moment. Then she looked at me like she was seeing something underneath my skin. “You’re standing at a threshold,” she said. “One step forward, and everything changes.” I swallowed. “That’s... vague.” Her gaze didn’t waver. “Once you enter their world, there is no turning back.”

He threw his gun away and paced around the living room. “I know. Ray called me Black Fang. All of them were afraid of me. Why? Who the hell am I?” “You are not ready for the truth, Sia. If you know what Black Fang means, you'll be hiding right now. Once Rosetta treats you, Lenox will drive you to your apartment. Go back to your life.” “Living like a loser? Pretending this isn't my life, too?”

“The spirit of Savage, the uniter of beings and protector of the realms, shall live on in the hearts of those who remember her courage and love.” I bow my head. My heart is heavy with grief and longing. “Please,” I implore, MY voice filled with desperation. “Is there no way to bring her back? To undo what has been done?” The goddess regards me with a solemn expression, her eyes full of sorrow. “The forces that govern life and death are beyond even my reach,” she explains gently. “Savage made the ultimate sacrifice to defeat the ancient entity and protect the realms. Her essence now rests with the stars, her spirit a guiding light for all who seek courage and hope in the face of darkness.”