Stories Gone Wild Novels & Stories

No wonder he wants children by her. The next step backwards is the three of them, Ian, Ivan and Jack approaching Darby’s cottage. Then the three of them crashing through the blackened woods at what looks like the edge of a raging forest fire, attacking vampires bursting into white-hot flames and disappearing. Ian’s confirmatory taps stop when a gray, bony hand nocking the arrow into the handheld crossbow the vamps prefer appears in the water—this is beyond his time and getting precariously close to where and who we need in the timeline.

"Taking someone else's money without asking is stealing. What you did was illegal." Tyler shot to his feet so fast his chair scraped across the floor. "Watch your mouth, Ashley! What do you mean, stealing? That's our mother you're talking about!" Brandon frowned, his voice full of the same familiar lecture he'd given me a hundred times before. "Ashley, you're overreacting. Who talks about stealing when it's family? Mrs. Sullivan probably just thought it wasn't safe for a teenage girl to keep that much cash lying around. "Besides, Maddie got into Crestview. As her sister, it's only right that you celebrate her achievement with a gift."

Izaac said "What? No!" "Now!" Ambrose shouted, he's just a few meters away and he's headed inside. In the end, Gideon carried the beast for the reason that he stole an extra blood pack last week. Yeah, they're kids. What could I do? I followed them down the basement. There were stairs that led us down the castle. A ghastly stench welcomed us as we took the last few steps. It looked ancient, like a dungeon that they turned into some kind of laboratory. I was right. Inside the cells were skulls and skeletons. The green water splashed when a rat strode from nowhere. The soles of my shoes were now wet and dirty. I'm thinking this room isn't one of their favorites because of the disgusted look on

A series of laughter that sounded like a pack of hyenas crying echoed through the crowd. I stumbled back, my back hitting the big tree. Fear spread from my spine to my whole body. I was cornered and surrounded by no other beings but rogues. Stories I have heard of them began to flash in my mind. Dangerous, and wild. They were wolves that have lost themselves and their wolves. Their humanity is long gone, and they do and behave like wild beasts. They are stories that say that they are so insane that they even eat one of their own that dies.

"Once a Northern wolf has gone rogue and gone out, there is almost no getting him back. The wild ones do not return the way the turned ones from our own do. The pack is not their pack anymore. The only thing that has ever worked on a wild one is a hunter who does not mind dying. We have not had many of those. The last Alpha to bring a wild Northern rogue back inside Ironmaw walls and bind him was three of my fathers ago. He came out of the hunt with a bite on the upper thigh. Took him into a fever for nine days. He kept the leg. He did not walk on it the same after. We tell the children that story so they know not to volunteer for it." "And you," I said. "You went looking." He did not answer

His roar filled the cabin again. "Now, where were we?" She studied him for a moment before continuing. "I want to tell you a story." Mandy then poured out her soul. She spoke about her father, Malcolm the rapist. She told him about her childhood and the loneliness she felt. Then, told of her brother and his struggles to feel accepted. Large tears rolled down her cheeks when she explained about Emily coming into their lives. Her story ended with kidnapping Honey and all that happened until they arrived in bear territory. Tyboll's head and eyes were turned away from her by the time she finished.

John probed gently, wanting to understand the tale hidden behind those haunted eyes. The girl suddenly looked up, her dark eyes meeting John's as she started her story. "The campsite had been unattended for almost two days," she began, her voice tinged with exhaustion. "I thought someone had abandoned it, and I was desperate. I've been running for days. A pack of wolves attacked the village that my skulk and I were a part of. They were searching for something or someone," she explained, her voice filled with trepidation. "My mama managed to communicate through the link, urging me to hide and run," she finished, a hint of unshed tears glistening in her eyes.

he said with a wicked wink. Amelia glared at him with an angry face. Adam started his story using the classic fairy tale style, “It’s a story that happened a long long time ago, at a far far away place. A cute, little she-wolf was cast out of her own pack because of her evil stepmother. She had no food to eat, no place to sleep. To survive, she had to steal from humans. One day, when she was chased by the shop owner of the gas station, she was hit by a car on the highway. The driver picked her up and promised to take her to the hospital, but later he just dumped her in the forest when nobody was around.

We never went back to normal, and honestly, none of us wanted to. That wild night changed us all. Some secrets don’t destroy you, they open doors you never knew existed. The End

Tears streamed down my face as I continued to search for my parents. “Mom, Dad! I’m so sorry! I’m so sorry! I… I didn’t mean it!” I shook my head. “Please, forgive me–” “Forgive you?” Their voices synched together as if almost they were about to merge into one. Mocking laughter filled my head. “You are unforgivable, Lisa. You cannot be forgiven so you must suffer!” Those words shattered me. I could feel my heart being torn apart. Piece by piece. Slowly. I wanted to ask for forgiveness yet the words I wanted to say were stuck in my throat. Only then did I notice the hands gripping at my feet.