The Untamed Novels & Stories

"We're dead. We're officially dead." "Stay down," I told him. I didn't run. I took two steps forward, grabbed the massive industrial iron dumpster sitting against the wall—the one filled with two tons of wet scrap metal and engine parts—and picked it up by the base. The muscles in my shoulders tightened, the concrete beneath my combat boots cracking slightly under the sudden weight shift. Damon let out a high-pitched, strangled yelp from the mud as he watched a girl who barely came up to his chin hoist a metal container the size of a minivan over her head.

Smiling softly at the strength that the woman was trying to lend her. It made her heart beat faster; she was beginning to have feelings for the wolf. Candy didn’t look like she would be the affectionate type to Annie, with her wild pink streaked blue hair. Her arms were bare in the tank top she had on, showing arms that were muscular from beating away at her drums. Her shorts didn’t do much to cover up legs that were toned and strong from hours spent running.

She had been there one too many times already and she knew her way around its confusing, crooked pathways. She used her broom as support while wandering through the forest. For some reason, she could not remember her way out. The trees she passed by were unfamiliar to her and it seemed that she had not been in that part of Nardovoa before. She lost all bits of hope as she wandered around the woods, trying to figure out her way back. Fortunately, she found herself standing in front of an old and abandoned-looking cabin. However, the lighted lamp hanging on the cabin’s front porch post indicated that it was not abandoned at all. After a series of struggling steps, she made her way towards the

Automatically, Thea and I climbed the high walls of the camp where we observed the rogue wolves quietly. Yes, Thea and I are great fighters, but we haven’t really fought a real rogue wolf. But that was the least of my worries, what really troubles me was the fact that I can’t shift into my wolf form because my wolf wouldn’t listen to me. Untamed wolves can do you more harm than good. ‘We need to get out of here,’ Thea said as she opened a mind link, surprising me, ‘I can shift and you can ride my back,’ Thea offered, surprising me more.

It was a revelation – Winter on the wild side. As she bumped and grounded to the rhythm, her every movement seemed to possess an untamed grace. I couldn't help but give in, enthralled by the transformation unfolding before my eyes, right in my arms. At that moment, I realised there was much more to discover about my mate – layers of complexity and mystery waiting to be unravelled.

“If you touch her, I swear…” He didn’t finish. The man punched him hard across the jaw. The camera kept rolling. “Send it,” the leader ordered. “To Ethan. Let him know we’ve got his best friend. Let him feel helpless.” The camera man smirked. “Done.” The message was uploaded and dispatched. Back in the room, the leader spoke again. “You think you're untouchable, Sean Rosemond. Rich boy, polished shoes, powerful name. But in here? You’re just a man.”

Then, she shuffles off to stoke the fire. What do I do? The path forward is so unclear. There are so many enemies. So many dangers. The only certain thing is that Una belongs to me. And I would do anything to keep her safe. Last winter, when I was on a run with my father, we came across an old wolf up in the hills, a male gone feral in his youth. He’d triggered a landslide somehow, and he was at the bottom of a ravine, dragging himself along with his front paws, trailing blood in the dirt.

She is a breeze that teases—and a storm that shreds reputations. Thalindra, Water Priestess-Princess of Nireen — Serenity personified, Thalindra pads barefoot along marble halls trailing the scent of clean rain. Her healing gift can knit flesh or soothe fevered minds, but beneath the calm surface runs a current strong enough to carve stone. Offend her people or threaten her place, and that gentle river becomes a flash flood.

The heat wasn’t fading, and neither was the want. Eventually, the exhaustion of need won. My breathing slowed, but my heart still raced, pounding against my ribs like it wanted out. I buried my face in the pillow, curling tightly under the blankets. The note was still in my hand, the edges soft and warm from my touch, the images and desires stirring in my mind, unyielding. Sleep came slowly, restless and unsteady, filled with every touch, every forbidden thought I couldn’t shake. My body relaxed just enough to drift, but the ache, the want, the heat remained raw and alive, steaming under my skin even as darkness claimed my consciousness.

This was an entrance to a rogue hideout. Her scent lingered there, faint but unmistakable, mixed with rogue stink. I shifted back to human in a flash, fur receding, standing naked and furious. “Roll that boulder away! Now!” Some of my warriors shifted too, muscles rippling as two of them heaved at the rock. It groaned and shifted, revealing a dark tunnel sloping down. The second the entrance opened wide, her heat scent slammed into us like a wall. Thick, ripe, overwhelming. Heads snapped up. A few of the unmated males growled low, eyes glazing over instinctively.