Something Wilder Novels & Stories

"It's Saturday night. Live for tonight, worry about Monday when the sun comes up." As they pulled into the gravel driveway, the bass from the house was already vibrating through the car's frame. The Maddox House was a sprawling, dark-timbered beast of a home, lit up tonight like a beacon for every bad decision in the county. People were already spilling onto the lawn, red cups in hand, laughter echoing over the music. Lena stepped out of the car and smoothed down her sheer tank top. She wasn't wearing a bra—it was too hot, and the silk felt better against her skin—but now, under the yellow glow of the porch lights, she felt exposed.

I say, and he smirks. "You sought me out, Adahleene." He tsks, and I freeze. "I didn't. Leave." I say, mind reeling. "Easy," He says, hands crossed, with a persistent smile. "Before you call your sugar daddy, listen to me. I am Wilder, and you did seek me out, Flower. A part of you, your mind recognized it, and falted, seeking me out, hence, here I am." I stare at him, saying nothing, hoping he explains what this is, or I'll scream bloody murder, faster than he can say Flower.

They waited for both their souls to return as they felt they have left, and they shared a pure joy that binds them invisibly. "You can't go back on your words." Nina reminded Boaz. "And you can't either," he argued defensively. Too scared of her changing her mind. But then he saw she was happy with him as he was with her. "I never thought I would ever have the luxury to enjoy such pleasure in life," Nina confessed. "Why so?" Boaz asked as he wrapped her in his warm embrace. He was going to say what she just said. "I always thought I can never handle myself and be wild, disgustingly wild, but I realized you are wilder than me," she chuckled as she playfully slapped his chest where her hands w

Startled, I get up from the bed and move toward the window, pulling back the curtain with trembling hands. Outside, under the moonlit sky, a large black wolf stands in the clearing. Its silhouette is striking against the silver light, casting a long shadow on the grass. The wolf’s eyes glow a deep, intense blue as it lifts its head and howls again, a sound that seems to resonate with the very essence of the night.

Smiling softly at the strength that the woman was trying to lend her. It made her heart beat faster; she was beginning to have feelings for the wolf. Candy didn’t look like she would be the affectionate type to Annie, with her wild pink streaked blue hair. Her arms were bare in the tank top she had on, showing arms that were muscular from beating away at her drums. Her shorts didn’t do much to cover up legs that were toned and strong from hours spent running.

The Killground is the site of the annual Wilder Games, a thirty day event where condemned humans are loosed into the wild to survive, or be hunted. Each of the five chosen Warlords receives a hunting token. If they catch a tribute, they may claim them, body, blood, and soul, or kill them. If a tribute survives all thirty days, they win their freedom and are marked by the Wilds as untouchable. Those who win become legends. Few ever do. MAGIC, BLOODLINES & BREEDING RITES In the Wilds, magic is sacred and bloodlines are power. The beast kings and their Warlords rely on witches and wildborn females to continue their bloodlines. Some females are chosen as sacred mates, bound by blood and spirit.

"Ouch... I've used those words so many times in my lifetime, but I've never had a woman throw them right back at me—it hurts!" I watch Wilder's lush lips but try not to think about how kissable they appear in the dark. "No wonder you're so determined to chase after me—you've never had a challenge before." "You're wrong," Wilder says, suddenly severe. The brief anger in his eyes makes him seem imposing, and I suddenly remember I'm dealing with a man easily a foot taller than me. All muscle. "I want you because, in a world that is so dull, you make me laugh."

Ryan grunted. "Okay," Wild said, feeling how upset and angry Ryan was with Monika. "Let's go for a run. We might feel better" Wild suggested. "You're right... It will definitely make me feel better," He said and walked out of the mansion, then morphed into a wolf to go for a long run and calm himself. Wild was running at a higher speed when a girl's sob fell on his ear. He ceased his speed, and then his eyes shot up, and his heart started beating at higher speed.

Like it knew something she didn’t. She rubbed her arms, shaking off the thought. She had sat in the living room alone for a while after Elara had left her but she was starting to feel suffocated so she slipped outside when no one noticed, and decided to go out for an evening walk. The Liaison estate was grand, spreading out into well-trimmed gardens before filling out into the wild treeline. Garrick liked to say he kept the wild at bay, but Irvine often thought the wild kept itself alive, waiting, and bidding. Tonight, she wanted to feel it wrap around her.

Wilder was in his apartment, feeling bored and restless. It was the weekend and he badly wished there was either work or school. He wanted to see those triplets or Olivia. He was checking out channels on the television when his phone beeped and he grabbed it. “Rogues are attacking us” It was a brief message and his eyes blazed with fury as he rushed out, he went to grab his keeps and raced out of the house to the woods. He reached and dashed out, forgetting about the car as he shifted when no one was in sight and raced in. He reached the back house to see everywhere disorganized and his people running around.