Savage Lands Novels & Stories

My mouth opened and closed as I tried to force words out. None are forthcoming, and I was sure I only succeeded at looking like an idiot. The one who asked who I was reached forward – probably to grab the container, but did I mention the bloodthirsty pack of wolves? I let out a yelp and backpedaled only to come up against another body. That stupid squeak came out again as I tried to move forward, but hands gripped my shoulders, halting my movements. I was two seconds away from tossing the containers and hoping to cause a feeding frenzy – because they’re wolves – when I heard his voice right next to my ear.

Tears so full of passion and craving for more. Tears of disgrace and contrition. Tears of allowing this darkness Glenn spoke of to enter my soul. I wanted to peel my skin to avoid his touch. Pierce my eyes to avoid watching the other men’s stares. I wanted to sacrifice my outer being to save my soul. But at the same time, I also wanted to push my hips back to meet each thrust of his cock as he claimed my body under the moon. The red of my hair hung in my eyes, reminding me of the blood of a battlefield—my battlefield.

Vorlag The border between civilization and savagery is not a line on a map. It is a feeling. A smell. On the Silvercrest side, the air smells of pine, woodsmoke, and order. It smells of laws written on parchment and patrols that run on schedules. On the other side, the Wild Lands, where the rogue packs and the remnants of the Old Wars roam, the air smells of dried blood, rust, and survival. I am standing precisely on the edge.

“How can you possibly find peace at a time like this?” Avery placed a hand on her belly. “What choice do I have? I must conserve my strength for the pup. I will stay as comfortable as I can until the hour of birth.” Sadie scoffed and returned to her seat. An hour later, the craft touched the ground. Avery scanned the horizon. A vast, scorched desert stretched out—the Red Wastes. Dilapidated stone huts dotted the sand, but there was no life. This was a cursed land. Avery had maintained her front, but fear began to seep in. She was far from the Silver Ridge, far from the moon’s protection.

“Living Big is a land made up of conquered clans and small trips. While the capital mostly has the originating citizens, the hinterlands have more outlaws and refugees. I have conquered so many lands in my time here and very often you will meet a small group of individuals with their own language.” Damon explained as we rode slowly. Black seemed to be constipated by the amount of wild berries he had eaten. I too had thought it was too much for him. Living in the cell all my life did not expose me to the politics of the nation but it certainly did not shell me away from it.

Amid the crisp sound of glasses colliding, I took a sip of the cold beer. The chill slid down my throat, but somehow, it warmed my heart. The road ahead was long, yet there was no reason to look back. Somewhere out there, beyond the horizon, an open wilderness was still waiting for me.

‎ ‎The Neutral Territory. ‎No pack claimed this land. It was a no-man's-land—a buffer zone of ancient, gnarled wilderness that separated the civilized packs from the chaos of the Rogue lands. It was a place where laws didn't exist, where cell service died, and where monsters were said to roam freely. ‎ ‎The car dipped into a pothole, jarring my spine. ‎

SIX MONTHS LATER “You were stupid, Zein! You were a damn stupid! I can’t believe you’re following your brother’s steps!” Valeria shouted to Zein. She had been yelling at him like that for the last 6 months since she knew she had sold the ranch and the land around it to the Muriel family.

He was holding a microphone as he walked into the center. “Welcome fellow inmates.” His voice boomed in the ring, “We’ve gathered here for yet another fight between an Alpha and a Vampire. Let us first present the Werewolf that stands one-ninety centimeters in height and one-ninety-one pounds of solid muscle. He’s known to be one of the most ruthless creatures in Dark Water prison and is famously known as the Savage Alpha, presenting Maverick Randolf!”

"Okay, Alpha." I connected with Rogue after him, "Yes, Salvay. What do you have in mind now?" "Show time, Captain. Barge in. Pop some of their knees with your bullets or their ball sacks if it takes. I don't care! Just don't let any of them get away. I want them all." The trill of his excited laugh made my shoulders relax. "On it, buddy. It's just that, don't accuse me by the end of the day for being a barbarian. You know I am a sucker for blood and bones."