The Wild Book Novels & Stories

I tried to move my feet and the rest of my body, but none would budge! But just as when we are at war, willpower, and spirit are what drive us out of any danger and return home alive, aside from luck, of course. And so, once again, I gathered all my remaining determination along with my tiny faith to whoever may hear my prayer and have the heart to answer and grant my heart's desire, next thing I knew, a loud sound of something crashing filled my ears and footsteps came rushing to where I was. “What the hell is going on here?!”

Most of them with Ogi. When he was biped. As a quadruped, it's a first. The flora and fauna are breathtaking, but you have to be patient, try to be as steel as possible and make absolute silence. This huge black wolf is not silent. I hope we don't run into a bear. "You're not going to hunt and eat a snowshoe hare. I love them. Remember when we saw one? They're amazing." I was talking a lot, because he couldn't.

Riley’s POV The warehouse stood like a jagged tooth against the gray sky. It smelled of rust, salt, and impending death. I looked at the nine girls standing around me. We were the "Wild Cats," the lethal weapons of the Triplets. But today, I didn't want to be a weapon. I wanted to be free. I checked my belt. My pistol was heavy. I felt the cold handle of the knife hidden in my pocket. It pressed against my thigh, a sharp reminder of the world I lived in.

Then he would bathe himself in that glistening dew that drenched the flushed, pouting folds of her cunt, that gleamed on on her trembling Fingers, tempting him, tantalizing him. Watched her avidly, his breath sawing harshly in and Out of his chest. Her hips jerked and she let out a shudder ing cry, closing her thighs tightly around her hand as her face convulsed in ecstasy. Suddenly, a loud crack and a rustling sound came out of the woods. Annie sprang up and slid swiftly back into the water with a startled gasp. There was the sound of bushes Snapping back into place. A bellow of primordial rage burst out of his throat. He crashed out of the bushes, ready to hunt down whoever had

I will have to be careful since there are wide rogues outside the pack who would or might hurt me. Since I'm the Alpha, I doubt if any of the rogues will be able to defeat me. A lot of thoughts were still running through my mind while I felt the aura from the atmosphere turning into a dreadful one. Those scents weren't from one but much like six of them. A black wolf charged at me at a great speed that I didn't have time to dodge. I flipped through the air with my back dashing hard against a huge oak tree. I whimpered, with my eyes turning from its blue color to golden. The cloth on my body was ripping off while fur start to emanate from my skin.

Startled, I get up from the bed and move toward the window, pulling back the curtain with trembling hands. Outside, under the moonlit sky, a large black wolf stands in the clearing. Its silhouette is striking against the silver light, casting a long shadow on the grass. The wolf’s eyes glow a deep, intense blue as it lifts its head and howls again, a sound that seems to resonate with the very essence of the night.

He asked. He knew that book. The lycans made a story about him, Legend of the Demon Prince. What started as a harmless bedtime story became something more of a horror tale. "It was a gift, on my eighteenth birthday." She said. "The day the Wildings attacked." She opened the first page and turn it around, then pointed at a drawing. "This is you, isn't it?" Kieran drew close and peered at the book. It was indeed, a picture of him, drawn in obsidian ink. Whoever the artist was, they perfectly captured every detail, even up to the crimson red orbs of his eyes.

Intrigued, i decided to take the book back to the cabin to show Nikau. When i arrived back at the cabin, i excitedly showed Nikau the book, telling him all about the strange symbols and images that i had seen. Nikau was equally intrigued by the book, but nikau said that he would be leaving to check out on the pack for a few days. He asked me not to join him as he would be travelling in his wolf form. After he left, I settled into my cozy spot by the fireplace in the cabin, I opened the old book I had checked out from the library. The title, "The Lost Village of Ravenswood", immediately caught my attention and I was eager to learn more about this mysterious place.

Unknown Alpha Alastor walked out of my office and closed the doors. I leaned back in my chair with my eyes closed. When was the last time a pack was hit this hard? When werewolves were not in a pack and let their wolves take over for too long, they became feral. Unfortunately, in the mountains, there were more feral rogues than regular rogues. The gift and curses of nature. The danger hiding behind the beauty. Why the fire, though? I would get to the bottom of this. One way or another.

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.