Savage Lands Novels & Stories

I snatch the basket off the ground with every intention of filling it with wet twigs and rotten underbrush to hide under my aunts’ beds when I return so everything smells like rot and moss for weeks, and stomp through the village proper toward the main road. There are hardly any trees in this part of Silverhide. On the mountains, sure, but here it’s flat and wide with wheat higher than my head on either side of the dusty dirt road leading to everywhere else. The tribes are located to the south. To the west, the smaller packs bloom in the wide river valleys. Beyond that, the land starts getting… deader, thus the name the Deadlands. A war eons ago stripped the land past those rivers of everyth

Since he was the one that made it, he even made it a point to indicate what used to be Sem, Niju, and the old Cinco. The Torrids and Savanna, that used to be Sem. They were nothing but sand and gravel, and soil. The map even indicated that the best hiding place would be through caves and it would be best to travel by foot, by wolf if you really wanted to get there quick. Torrids and Savanna weren’t that far apart. Plus, there weren’t enough trees that can be used to camouflage if you wanted to travel by wolf. Yohan had that place in the map colored orange and red.

Samantha A golden wolf walked up to me and spoke, "We need to return," and suddenly after it spoke, it turned to mist, and I was standing on the grounds of my pack settlement. On my left was a group of wolves led by a silver wolf. While on my right another group of wolves stood led by a bronze coloured wolf and a Silver wolf with bronze highlights. It was a standoff between both wolf groups. The environment was filled with burning houses and dead wolves. It was like a war zone. When I looked ahead, I saw my mother emerge from the smoke, she walked to me and changed to a silver wolf and spoke, "Selena Samantha Moonchild is time to return to your pack," Everything turned to mist.

It helps a great deal that it’s a warm, quiet night, and the only sound I hear is the rustle of the leaves and squirrels scurrying. That’s one of the reasons I’m called Savage. Another Confradia agent, who unfortunately is deceased, gave me the name after being paired a few times. He noticed that I was very good at tracking prey. He said I reminded him of the Navajo warriors who stalked their prey, snuck upon them, and conquered them. He dubbed me savage after that— and it stuck. Before my father died, we used to go camping, and he’d train me in tracking and living off the land. That was his legacy to me. Other agents have made other inaccurate observations, but I let them. I figure it help

I asked. Sara instantly stuck to my side. She smelled like fruits and alcohol. “We’re gonna play a game in my room. It’s called Devil’s Basket but with a little twist”. Sara holds her liquor well. That’s one of the reasons keeping me from snooping early. I needed her to get drunk so I could move freely.

Sabastian POV The Savage Moon pack was very much its name sake. Savage. Their pack was buried deep in the woods south of The Crimson Moon pack. Unlike most other packs who had built cities, towns and, in Elio’s case, a fucking castle. The Savage Moon pack liked to keep to tradition, or as they would call it, in touch with their wolves. There were no roads in or out of the pack. They had 20 to 30 wooden huts where the pack members lived, but most of their time was spent in their wolves. They had little light due to the high trees blocking out most of the sun and zero cctv from what I could tell. The lack of light and minimal security would make this job easy in and out. I don’t even think the

Beyond lay the grove—trees holding the wind, the moon silvering the ground until the world looked like a dream. Lucian shifted. Savage filled the clearing in a rush of bone and muscle, blue-black fur drinking the light, eyes molten gold. To enemies, he was terror. To Talia, he was protection and love embodied. She leaned down, one hand on his muzzle, the other resting on her belly. Savage nosed her thigh, careful, reverent—as if he knew precisely what she carried. Kaela pressed against her skin with impatient delight. Oh, he’s so beautiful, Kaela purred. All mine.

The rumors had been true all along, the Savage Tide were as merciless and savage as their name suggested, a truly savage people. They resumed walking, moving cautiously this time. From time to time, Dana paused to study the terrain, carefully reading the woods before deciding which direction to take next. Unlike their own pack, always alive with chatter and distant patrol shifts, the savage tide territory was oddly silent. There were no birds called from the trees. No insects buzzing. No small animals darting between the roots. For a forest this large, it should have been teeming with life. Instead, it felt hollow. As if everything that once lived here had either fled… or been hunted into ex

Dust winds scrape along the ground, dragging tumbleweeds past my ankles. It looks like the kind of place where fights break out before noon and nothing good grows. Perfect. What did Ezra see in the Southlands anyway? He could have conquered the East, he could have conquered the West but nooo, he had to choose the Southlands where the rogues like to play. I drag my sorry, barefoot self forward, every step kicking up little puffs of red dust that stick to my skin like a second, grittier layer. ‘You’re a sitting duck waiting to be ambushed,’ my wolf mutters. ‘Shirtless. Shoeless. Senseless.’

"Are you telling me that this woman is a savage wolf?" "No, she is not." Jasper replied firmly. Hilda knew that her husband, Jasper had grown up as an orphan in a wild forest near the Iron Crest pack where the savage wolves lived. It was a miracle that he didn't turn out to become one when her father had brought him into the pack when he returned from a hunt. Despite his extensive knowledge about them, Jasper abhorred the savage wolves and killed them on sight without any mercy because he later found out that one of them killed his mother when he was little. If Giselle really was a savage wolf, she was sure that he wouldn't have let her walk away so easily.