Stories Gone Wild Novels & Stories

When every available soldier would be involved in the search? His jaw hardened as he gazed around his crumbling keep. For eight years he’d struggled to keep his clan alive and strong. The Woods name had always been synonymous with power and pride. Eight years ago they’d withstood a crippling attack. Betrayed by the woman Caleb loved. Edward’s father and young wife had been killed, their child surviving only because he’d been hidden by one of the servants. Almost nothing had been left when he and his brothers had returned. Just a hulking mass of ruins, his people scattered to the winds, his army nearly decimated.

He wasn't going to be picky now. They got back on the road again. Wild saw his first train and decided he wasn't a fan. Too loud. Too long. He saw lots of wooded areas in which he was quickly entranced. He saw housed of all shapes and sizes going through towns and suburbs and even rural farmlands. Wild saw his first animal hybrids. Moose chicken cattle, deer horses, fish goats. Wild didn't realize the world was filled with creatures like him. Not entirely themselves, just like him. Stange combinations of genetic code to make something better, but at the cost of what?

Animal in the forest. Aunt Sarah, when she took me from the orphanage, said that my mother had an accident and she would not return. The five-year-old didn't really care what kind of accident it was, only that his mother would never come back. And when she began to live in a pack, then, at first not wanting it, and then, greedily collecting every detail, she learned all the pieces of this story. Only now Aunt Sarah was already embarrassed to ask about the rumors that reached my ears. Shot by a hunter and finished off by wild animals, found by Morgan and buried outside the pack, as if she had been banished. Here is the end of my mother's story.

Bradley suggests that she is just somewhere on the territory, and we head of. We search the whole territory and there is no sign of her but when I get closer the stream I can faintly smell her but that is not the only thing I can smell the is a rouge but if that is true then they must have taken Kayla as well, oh god this is not good my wolf is going insane, I need to find her, I call Bradley in aa rush and tell him what I can smell in a panic I am furious if this rouge thinks he can take my mate, then he is a walking dead man. Me and Bradley, both agree it would be best if we do not tell the pack what has happened, we do not want to set off a panic, so we tell my most trusted people and my

"Hey! Done with your little act? Don't think faking being sick will win me back! If a guy can't cut it, he's just a loser!" For three whole months, Wren and Shane got up to no good. I was so weak from kidney problems that I ended up in the hospital 20 times and even caught an STD. Shane, always looking for a thrill, had decided to visit the brothels in the Southwind Asira red-light district. After one crazy night, my body just could not take it anymore, and I dropped dead. However, I woke up to a second chance at life. This time, I was determined to change my fate!

And there was the fact that my eyes were glowing a different color already. In the end, we'd gone to our mama to tell her everything and she'd repeated what she'd told me that first time when I burnt down her garden in Italian, the native language of her parents, whom she'd had to cut off contact with the moment she agreed to be the mate of a werewolf. "You are special, my beautiful Allyson. You are unnatural. You are a secret. No one must know or you will die." Months later, when Kara had come home with tickets for a movie that I'd wanted to watch but had sold out at our town's cinema, I'd almost snuffed the life out of her and was jubilating when she stopped me and screamed.

It was late autumn when they arrived — the trees skeletal, the air thick with a kind of oppressive stillness that seemed to hum beneath the surface of the world. Emily Carter, a graduate student in folklore and urban legends, had heard the whispers about WildWood all her life. She had grown up just a few towns over and had spent years gathering the old stories: tales of the “vanishing patients,” the “howling trees,” and the “night doctors” said to stalk the forest paths. Determined to separate fact from myth, Emily organized an expedition for her thesis, enlisting a few brave companions:

To secure a major project, I had to fly overseas immediately. When I returned, two months had already passed. By then, that family was in complete ruin. Mr. Moonstone had been admitted to the ICU. Despite her advanced age, Mrs. Moonstone had boldly chosen love, running off with Caleb after emptying the family accounts. Emily, the illegitimate daughter, was ambitious, rallying shareholders to wrest control of the company from her. As for her so-called true love, Aaron, he caused her plenty of trouble as well. His plagiarism scandal had been exposed.

RHEA'S POV Flashback... The summer I turn sixteen, the riverbank becomes our sanctuary. While Miles trains in a distant pack, I come here to escape my mother's cold eyes and Roxy's cutting remarks. Yuri finds me one day, skipping stones across the glassy surface, and after that, it becomes our place. We create our own world here, a tangle of inside jokes, whispered secrets, and improvised games that only we understand. The pack house suffocates me, but here by the water, with sand between my toes and Yuri's easy laughter in my ears, I can breathe.

He let out the friendliest of smiles, making Anderson very uncomfortable. Anderson stared back and forth between Suit and the scroll. His mind was racing. The contract sounded simple enough. Straightforward, but he did not understand. ‘What did he mean by survive the stories? Did he not say I was going to tell a story? What does survive the story mean?’ Question after question popped up into his head. He could not help himself. He had no idea exactly what it meant, but one thing was for certain; He would not move forward if he did nothing but constantly question the situation