The Untamed Novels & Stories

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.

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

I said, patting him on his shoulders and he stiffened. The land of Brim was a type of pack with different rules and way of living. The land was literally filled with soldiers, who were lone and rogue wolves. And the numerous soldiers all shared one mate, Rosette, a rare breeder. She was their leader, who ruled them and the feral soldiers followed her command without questioning. I had fucked Rosette in the past, before I met Amelia. She was literally obsessed with cocks, that the ones she got from her soldiers weren't enough for her. She mates with five soldiers at a time, and has the ability to conceive twenty pups at a time.

Serves you right, girl. The man wiped his lips using his thumb and smiled at me. He was wearing a white dress shirt that was now wrinkled, and a few buttons were opened revealing his chiseled chest. His lips were red from the smooching. His hair was all messed up, but he still looked hella fine. He looked flirtatious too. Maybe even worse than Rico here. His dark eyes bore towards me, “Hi there, miss. My name is Zero. May I know yours?” He extended his hand, and now I just noticed that he had tattoos on his fingers up to his arms. The man knows he’s sexy, and that’s dangerous.

His voice was smooth and windy, locked around her like the coiling of smoke. “ You can never be trusted, they would always see you as an endangered person, a dangerous force locked within the confine of their consciousness. No matter how you try to conform, their cage is your fate. But with me, no chains, no law would bind you, but only the reality of the untamed that was taken unfairly away from you.” Lydia reached out towards him, with her fingers trembling with expectation. And for the first time, she experienced an unfamiliar warmth against her fingertips - vibrant and alive. It was as if she felt hopeful within her.

The candlelight shivered, throwing dancing shadows that clung to the hollows of her face. She stood before us, a woman forged from the wilderness, clad in a huntsman's green tunic and worn brown trousers. A mane of untamed chestnut hair fell around a face that held the startling smoothness of youth, a face that couldn't have seen more than thirty-five winters. But it was the ears, the elegantly pointed tips peeking from beneath a sheer, concealing cloth, that covered her eyes. Her. A treacherous wave of hope surged through my veins.

It was set to a hundred dollars for each person. “That’s it, people. Now, I call first to the stage Anna Sullivan.” He called, and the woman walked out. The woman was beautiful, I noted, as I stared at her. She had a golden brown hair with green eyes. She was wearing a white dress shirt, her legs all long and toned. She looked like she had just stepped out of a model magazine instead of just the makeshift backstage of the hall the event was taking place on the Love Castle estate.

Anita couldn’t bring herself into answering that question. She turned to the wall’s side once again and down she saw Oman the manager. “Miss! You can use the rope to jump down!” Oman yelled his sentence to her. Anita held the rope and looked at the place she was to fall to. One thing she was sure of was bumping onto the wall and that was something she didn’t want. But, Anita had forgotten that the top of the butte was also greased and while she was still contemplating on what to do, her greasy boots slipped and she fell.

The forest loomed dark and wild under the moonless sky, its dense canopy hiding the clearing where the fire crackled, casting flickering light over the rugged terrain. I stood at the edge, my leather jacket and jeans clinging to my skin, the primal energy of the night stirring a restless heat deep within me. I’d come here seeking adventure, drawn to the rumors of the alpha pack—four men whose dominance and raw power were whispered about in awe. My pussy throbbed with anticipation, a daring pull toward the forbidden as their silhouettes emerged from the trees.

that his man was the main one preventing him from reaching his granddaughter and using her for what she was created for. His freedom and the end of all the filthy non-magic bastards roaming freely in their once paradise. "The children are here with us and provided us with a plan so we know everything will work out. Between their powers and ours, we will finally end this and the worlds will continue on in peace." A woman of color stepped into view next to the tall man almost so close it seemed overly intimate. Had he taught his daughter nothing? The colored are not to be trusted! A mere tool means of achieving the ultimate goal. "I know but what if Frank hasn't actually chosen to come with u