Something Wilder Novels & Stories

I want to be as awesome as they are. So, I have to go find my wolf.

Kaleb Wilder stood alone on the frozen ridge overlooking the southern valley, the cold wind tearing through his dark hair. His family had waited years for the moment he would shift into his wolf. But it never came. No claws. No transformation. No wolf. The gift had skipped him. For the first time in centuries, the firstborn Wilder son had been born human. To the elders of the Wilder clan, it was a disgrace. To Kaleb, it was freedom. Because without the wolf, he had been able to travel beyond the rigid laws of his clan. And that was how he met her.

Sarah said, "The Heart of the Wild must be where we can find the balance we seek." Determined, the pack set out on their journey, guided by the vision from the stars and the whispers of their ancestors. The path was treacherous, but their unity and determination carried them forward. As they ventured deeper into the wilderness, they encountered challenges that tested their bond as a pack. Yet, with each obstacle, they grew stronger, knowing that their mission to protect the wild was greater than any individual hardship. At last, they reached the Heart of the Wild, a breathtaking sanctuary where the elements merged in a dance of harmony. Fire, water, earth, and air intertwined, their energies

“Wei spotted. He has four men with him. One car only. Two minutes.” Saint clenched his jaw and glanced at Hudson. “Don’t go off the rails too soon.” “Worry about getting the right information from him and I’ll keep myself in check,” he said. “I make no such fucking promises,” Wilder said, his eyes looking feral. “But while we wait for him, why doesn’t Pinocchio masturbate?” I grinned and glanced at him. “Why not, Wilder?” “Forest fires,” he said, threw his head back and laughed loudly. “You know, wood on wood.”

“$700,000! Now, that’s a record-breaking price! Any more bidders?” “$700,050!” I shouted. “Are you crazy?” Kyle whispered, which I immediately nodded to as a response. “$700,050! This new bidder is quite the joker, isn’t she?” the host commented, clearly amused with my stunt. The lady in red, obviously annoyed, stood and showed another peace sign to the host. Whatever that meant, I did not care. “$800,000 from Buyer 50!” The host spread his arms. “Are we going for a billion dollars now? I think that’s what Xavier Hawthorn is worth!”

**The Wild Wolves** Aria meandered through the lush, vibrant forest, a world alive with an intricate tapestry of sights, sounds, and scents. Each step enveloped her in the rich aroma of damp earth and blooming wildflowers, the vibrant hues of greens and browns intertwining like an artist's brushstrokes across the landscape. Having spent the past few weeks in this enchanted new home amidst the towering, ancient trees and dappled sunlight, she had cultivated a deep affection for the tranquility and solace the wilderness offered—a cherished escape from the chaotic clamor of her former life.