The Wild Places Book Novels & Stories

I did manage to find a neighborhood group of friends when I was eight, but they only lasted for a year before I wasn’t allowed to play with them anymore. Like many kids at the time, my siblings and I spent a lot of time alone without supervision. I always prefer to think of the great adventures we had. Our parents being gone left us to our own imagination. We were the wild kids in the neighborhood. We camped at the local playground all night, we went looking for ghosts at the local creek, and we build a fort under a tree that we buried treasure under. I loved to tell my children about being wild and free as a child, but there was a price that I paid for this freedom. One of the prices that w

Three Years Later… "Where are you going again?" Mama Cecille asked as she helped pack the clothes for the company outing. “In Palawan, Mama. Don't worry, I'll buy you a beautiful set of pearl earrings and a necklace,” she promised with a smile. Her aunt rolled her eyes but smiled. "Just come home safe and sound; I will be happier with that," she replied. Lana laughed softly then stood up and hugged the woman who raised her as if she was her own daughter. "Thank you, Mama, I love you so much," she said, kissing Cecille on the forehead afterward.

what was happening to me. He then called me over to a couch and we sat there, it was a minute of silence until he decided to break it by saying, “so you white furred huh?” All I said was and yes, and he said, “you know white fur werewolves are very rare, even rarer than the golden furred ones” okay that was something I didn’t know. There was silence again until Preston said, “can I take you somewhere?” I nodded and he brought me out of the warehouse, only to lead me to this beautiful lake and by the it was dawn and there were this beautiful flock of swans and flamingos and couple of ducks, it was an incredible view.

In a flash of an eye all three of them were dire wolves running through the woods, wild, free. Not for long, Pearl knew she needed to go back to the mortal realm and save Ethan. END OF BOOK 1

“You know, it doesn’t hurt to hear it every now and again, especially when I do things like this.” I back away from him, giggling at his frown when his hands leave my sides. I bend down, folding my knees underneath me, and resting my hands in the dirt. Magic flows into me, wild and untamed, wanting to play. Small plants start to sprout, covering our footsteps, and masking the blood. Bodies disappear as they’re sucked into the earth, not even a faint smell of them on the breeze anymore.

Only then did I notice the hands gripping at my feet. “You will never be forgiven!” “You will never be forgiven!” I tried to call out for help yet no matter how I screamed at the top of my lungs, no sound came out of my mouth. I waved my hands, searching and finding anything I could hold onto to stop myself from being dragged deeper into the darkness. Yet no matter what I did, the hands continued to claw and pull me deeper. I… I couldn’t breathe… Am… Am I going to die? **

“Mom, it’s just camping. I… I want to try new things. You always say I hide in my books too much, they invited me to camp with them and I agreed,ma. This is my chance to experience the woods, learn how to camp properly. Please?” My stepfather leaned against the doorway, watching me with that familiar, heavy gaze. He didn’t say much, but his eyes lingered a second too long on the way my modest sweater hugged my breasts. “Let the girl go, Helen. She’s eighteen. She needs to grow up with people her age.” Mom sighed deeply, rubbing her temples. “Fine. But promise me you’ll stay away from Winchester Forest. People go missing there. Hikers, campers… they just vanish. It’s not a joke.”

They landed on the booklet the owner handed Flora earlier and flew away again. Flora did not move her sight away from the two visitors she had in her room until they left and grabbed that booklet. She sat up straight and closed her eyes. "God, please send e the right person to guide me in this place," she heartily prayed. She was hoping to have her break fun and totally stress-free. She needs to have a good companion to make it happen. Flora took a deep breath, and with her eyes closed, she opened the book. She slowly opened her eyes. "Damien Castle," Flora read beside the name column on the print.

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!”

**The Wild Wolves** Aria meandered through the lush, vibrant forest, a world alive with an intricate tapestry of sights, sounds, and scents. Each step enveloped her in the rich aroma of damp earth and blooming wildflowers, the vibrant hues of greens and browns intertwining like an artist's brushstrokes across the landscape. Having spent the past few weeks in this enchanted new home amidst the towering, ancient trees and dappled sunlight, she had cultivated a deep affection for the tranquility and solace the wilderness offered—a cherished escape from the chaotic clamor of her former life.