Novel & Cerita Savage Lands

I made my hands straight and with all that was left in me got into action. "Incendia!" I shrieked as I shoved my hands into the creature's fur. The universe obeyed and the night like fur came alive in a roar of hot orange. It jumped off me, howling in agony as the fire consumed its fur, skin, and flesh. Ignoring the damned monster, I picked up the discarded map and opened it. The charred link that got me this far had shifted. I was close but it was still a far cry from here. I looked back at the creature. It was now a mess of burning flesh and suffering. With disgust looming from my face, I stepped into the vehicle and started it. With my feet firmly rested on the brakes, I wondered if Alexi

It’s why we left in the first place. It was the right call. It was unfortunate, yes, but her sacrifice wasn’t in vain. Lana is still alive. I don’t care that I’m alive, I was more concerned with saving Lana. I did my job and I hate that Cheryl paid the price. I wish it had been me, but Cheryl insisted she went ahead to scout the area. Worst case we were going to go back to the bathroom, all three of us. The bathroom didn’t have a window, well it did, but it was far too narrow and high for any of us to fit through. I’m not sure outside would have been much safer though. The savage rogues were everywhere; there were a couple dozen of them and savage wolves are hard to fight. They are pure anim

Talis’s POV The farmhouse shakes with the howls of Glynn’s pack, their snarls clawing at my nerves as I grip Dayne’s hand, the mate bonds a lifeline in the chaos. Savannah’s betrayal of her text to Glynn, pinpointing my injury burns in my chest, but her tear-streaked face, pleading about her son, twists something inside me. My side throbs, blood seeping through the bandage, but my wolf surges, silver-blue eyes blazing, ready to fight, to prove I’m more than Glynn’s lies.

Her hands shake in place from the rage that fuels the foundation of her body but when she goes to protest those harsh words, the caravan stops In the dark and gloomy teal forest is a clearing. Instead of the corrupted ground that the plague has laid claim to in the forest, there is a solid surface. One that is made from an all-natural green land. This one space within the Wild Lands makes it easier for the caravan to loop around one side. Steam emanates from the tracks of each cart and the jolting metals ignite in that rosmalt color of pink. The three carts only slightly hover among the grass but once the vehicle lands on the real ground, the hovering stops, and the tracks that house those w

Every summer they provide 30 criminals to participate in The Wilder Games, and they remain safe behind their walls. Divinora’s citizens are indoctrinated to believe all non humans are abominations, and witches are executed or exiled. Every summer, the city selects 30 so called criminals most of them witches, wildlings, and the poor, and sends them into the Killground as tribute to the beast lords. It is public televised spectacle, punishment, and dark tradition in one. The Savage Wilds of Egrarion Outside the walls lies a vast, dangerous realm known as The Savage Wilds. The Wilds are divided among powerful beast clans, each ruled by their own King and governed through regional Alpha Warlords

The Rogue Territories were nothing like the gleaming cities Samuel had once walked through in tailored suits and polished shoes. Here, the air was heavy with smoke, dust, and the iron tang of blood. Ragged tents lined jagged cliffs that overlooked jagged ravines, and the ground was pockmarked with craters from battles long past. Wolves howled in the distance, but they were not the domesticated kind that Yipped d at the moons they were wild, primal, and hungry.

“Deadly snakes, poisonous plants, water that’s not safe to drink, raging rivers, and worst of all, native rogues.” When he says those last two words, Ginny’s forehead crinkles, and she turns to look at him. “Native rogues?” she repeats in her thick accent. “I don’t know how to say it.” “Wolves that have lived in these parts for thousands of years,” Sanders tells her. “They still think those lands out west are theirs, even though the humans are tellin’ ‘em otherwise.”

Luz had said with a warm smile. A short, hunched man, who looked sickly, followed behind the rider, moving through the horde of black armoured soldiers. “By order of Mestre Escuro; this settlement is to be burned. Surrender or perish,” Salvaxe announced to the village, with a smile that looked like a wound in his face. He looked over the gathered villagers like they were already ash. The rider, who Amelia still didn’t belief was Luz, said nothing, his crimson gaze just swept through the crowd. Then he saw her and the world stopped. Memories flooded to the surface, from when he first came to Lugar onde Cultivamos six years ago. In his left eye the crimson flickered to be temporarily replaced

This will not be an easy fight, but we have to hold off as long as possible. Blair takes flight and flies over them, getting Ghost's attention just like she hoped she would. While Blair is busy taking blasts from Ghosts and breathing fire at him like a fucking dragon, I face off with Liam and Sage. Liam is a large brown wolf with some hints of black in his fur. Meanwhile, Sage is a small to medium red wolf with hints of brown in her fur. Sasha is bigger than both, but size doesn’t always matter with our kind.

Jonathan joins us and we follow, silently, behind them. The tracks, though faint, lead us to an opening that unveils the vast expanse of the desert. The landscape unfolds before us like an ancient canvas, the shifting sands hiding secrets beneath their surface. The men gaze ahead, and I realize that the farthest edge of the desert leads to… “The Southlands,” a strained whisper escapes my lips. The Southlands, the place that holds the empty grave. My heart pounds and my breath hitches. This cannot be a coincidence. Evander looks at me and I nod back. We all trudge on.