Novel & Cerita The Last Wild Book

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the ground where he'll be, together you'll win ___ I glance at the book in my hands, knowing fully well I am not reading anything, and it's one of my favorite. I stare round the park, and see it's crowded and bursting with life, and no one notices me, all caught up in their own lives, and I don't know if that's beautiful or selfish. I have this insane need to be alone, I want to run from here, not to New Orleans, somewhere far away where no one knows me, where I can be whoever, and they's be no strange women ranting prophecies, then disappearing.

But for now, she just slept—innocent, safe, loved. And that was everything. That was victory. Alex’s hand found mine across Emma’s sleeping form. We didn’t need words. We just held each other in the darkness, listening to our daughter breathe, feeling the peace we’d earned. Outside, the world continued its chaos. But inside, we had built something unbreakable. Something good. Something worth every terrible moment it took to create. A family. A life. A love that survived everything that tried to destroy it. And that was worth more than any empire, any fortune, any power. That was worth everything. THE END

She has asked with wide eyes. “They are the Wild Hunt, the Undead Riders. They will not rest until everyone in the world is dead, and you my love, are not to steal my books to read. They are not your eyes.” “But they are much more interesting than ‘my’ books.” She pouted. “And they will be all yours when you’re older.” Said Her Mother. A tear slid down her face as their four pairs of hands slid around her waist, over her erect nipple, between her legs. The books were wrong, The Wild Hunt didn’t go for the most innocent of souls.

Nolan’s POV It’s been four months since we arrived at the last pack, deep in the northern forests, far from other settlements. The world outside changed, but here we’re rebuilding. The last pack—once the last surviving group after the attacks and poisoned water—now rests under a council’s rule. Around the old wooden table, Emily squeezed my hand under it. I smiled. She clings to me lately, and I don’t mind. I don’t get her insecurity. The last pack is now led by a council: me, Emily, Hunter, Salem, Domus, Kaden, and Liam.

Get away for awhile? Tessa bolts through the door beneath Ian, and once outside, flutters silvery dragonfly wings and sails over the courtyard wall. With a dainty bound, I follow, clearing the fence easily. Surrendering myself to my wolf half, I dash through the moonlit forest, my great black wolf mate at my side. *The End* Author's Note:

"Before the Hunters could make an attempt on finding Murphy, he was already inside the woods making them doubt if the guy who claimed to have seen someone was right. "There is no one here. Not even movement in the woods" another said and chuckled. "No one can survive this. The Werewolf race ended today. Everyone to the Van now!" Their leader said and they all obeyed. ********* "So that's the end of the story," Cynthia said and exhaled sharply. She was just done narrating the story her dad told her when she was 8. It wasn't a book though but it looks like a myth in her head.

It wasn’t every day I got to see the Savage himself at one of these races. I tilted my head skyward, spotting rows upon rows of werewolves lining the rooftops of the buildings–the onyx sky dappled with the brilliant glow of their eyes. It was a kaleidoscope of color as they peered around, leaving warped, mystical shapes in their wake. My attention snagged toward a woman standing a few people to our left, raising her candy-red blouse and flashed her chest toward the bikers. Her shrill voice carried over the crowd despite the noise as she shouted, “Savage! Hey Savage! Look here, baby!”

"Hell no, Ram, we’re in the hospital, and since you’re wounded, I doubt you’ll be able to perform well enough to please me." Lexie said, shaking her head as she laughed again when Ram whispered. "Well, I can’t indeed, but I’m sure you can ride daddy…" -THE END Follow for book two

The smell of wet forest after a long rain and sun heated honey, wakes me from my sleep. I don’t know how many times I’ve tried to escape by now, but nothing I do seems to work. More and more wolves are going missing, if Tam’s growing hysteria is anything to go by.