The Simple Wild Series Novels & Stories

have found me so fast. She shoved the thought down. Hard. Across the yard, Jasmine and Kika were locked in a brutal spar. Jasmine—wild cat number 89—was dominating, landing elbow strikes and knee drives that had Kika (101) staggering. Serial stood at the edge of the mat, arms crossed, shouting critiques. “Too slow, 101! You fight like you’re scared of pain—newsflash, it’s coming anyway!” Jasmine swept Kika’s legs; Kika hit the mat hard. Serial barked a laugh. Then her gaze shifted. Landed on Riley. A slow, predatory smile curled her lips. “Oh look who we have here,” Serial called, loud enough to draw eyes from every corner of the yard. “The runaway wild cat. Quite surprising how out of the

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said Andrew again when she remained silent. Then Lana sighed. "Okay then!" she said, moving and standing on the side of the wall. Andrew also had a beautiful smile as he lay where the child was in the middle of them. "Good night, sweetheart," he said softly, and then gave her the gesture of asking for a kiss. Lana laughed there and then got up to grant the young man's request. Lana accepted that good-night kiss. And I gave her a different kind of happiness. No matter how simple it was—or even say it was just a simple smack.

" Under the cloak of night, the children and I followed Ethan onto a private jet. Our journey led us to a secluded canyon nestled in the Northwood mountains, known as Silver Moon Valley. Apprehension filled me as the cabin door opened. Being human, I feared rejection from the wolfkins. To my surprise, the door revealed a welcoming committee, arms laden with flowers. A venerable woman with silver locks, the clan's esteemed healer, approached and tenderly examined the children. "Praise be to the Moon Goddess. We are graced with the healthiest pups in a century," she said. Joyous cheers erupted as the clan showered me with gifts. Ethan, with a comforting arm around me, whispered, "Our people ho

Mark looked around before ending at her. Eva's eyes blinked with wonder and astonishment. As she interrogated. "But Mark, Is not a place a little too inside the forest? What if the wild animal comes?" She asked with a questioning gaze. Mark understood her phrases and responded immediately, "No, there is no wild animal, Eva. We are still in the first phase of the forest, not deep within it. This is a tour zone where people can roam and enjoy the trip! For safety, It's a nationally certified place."

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"Very funny, child. Anyways, if there's no opposition to this accordance, let us proceed. Do thou, Miss Jada Hooks, take Prince Adrian Hayden as your lawfully wedded husband?" "Yes, I do" "And do you, Prince Adrian Hayden, take Miss Jada Hooks to be your lawfully wedded wife?" "Of course, I do, if I didn't, I wouldn't have read my own vows, now would I?" "Of course, now you may exchange the rings", the rings are taken and exchanged by each other; little beautiful expensive diamond pieces. "Now you may kiss the bride so we can all get out of here", they share a simple kiss and turn to the cameras for pictures. Everybody cheers while they meet and greet some guests. Such a simple wedding for a

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.

She didn’t have the energy to fight Mara’s silent battles today. Garrick clasped a heavy hand on her shoulder. “Come, little dove. We've got work to do.” They rode into the forest at dawn, their horses’ hooves moving against the damp earth. The mist curled low between the trees, it was foggy, swallowing the world in silence.

Their presence alone soured the air around me. Acorn cleared a few obstacles, then gave a sudden shudder. His rhythm faltered, and one mistake tumbled into another. When he leapt the final fence, his foreleg caught. The massive weight of his body crashed down, pinning me beneath him. The officials stopped the competition at once. Cyran and Celia hurried down with the staff. Acorn's leg was shattered. He thrashed helplessly on the ground. A stabbing, tearing pain spread through my lower abdomen.