The Wild Things Novels & Stories

“It doesn’t, child. Forever means we keep choosing.” Tare kicked dust. “But I’m tired of other people’s pain. I want my own sky.” That night, his moon pulsed red. Not from choice. From anger. He ran. Out of the Circle city. Past the buried stones that said *CHOOSE*. Past the gardens. Into the Wildlands where no wolves had gone in 500 years. The Wildlands were forbidden. Not by law. By memory. This was where the last temple of “one moon” crumbled. Where wolves once lived without choice.

“There’s a cop been sitting out there lately, handing out tickets like he’s getting paid per fine.” “Guess he’ll have to catch me first,” she said lightly. The low rumble of engines cut through the air before she could say anything else. It wasn’t one bike. It was many. The sound rolled in like distant thunder, growing louder as it approached, until it filled the space outside. Vivian grimaced. “Well,” she said, reaching for a glass. “Looks like we’re about to get busy. Road Wolves are back.” “How many?” Rose asked. Vivian leaned to peek out the window.

“You better run away.” “Little girl, we give you a chance to live. If you can run now, run." Selina just smiled. She shook her head slightly, looked at Orla, and then raised her hand to her mouth to whistle. As soon as the whistle sounded from the woods, the loud howl of the Wolf resounded throughout the forest. The people surrounding Selina felt uneasy but did not dare to move. After that echoing sound, the silhouettes of three Wolves ten times larger than average appeared from behind an ancient tree.

“I don’t know. Daddy says they protect the city, but I don’t see how. They never do anything.” My finger stopped on a worn out book. The faded writing on the spine said Beasts Of The Wild. I pulled it out and flipped it open in the middle. There was a drawing of a yeti-looking creature called a yowg. The description gave details of height, size and hair colour. Dietary information and habitats were also included. I flicked through more pages and found more creatures, some of which I was familiar with. The names, at least. Unfortunately, the book wasn’t organised into alphabetical order, so I had to search a number of pages before I found what I was looking for: Mouse King.

Even several times, Halvir had to face packs of wild dogs, as well as packs of wolves that always ended up leaving several wounds on his body. Even if there were Anindira's older brothers, they probably still would not survive. The size of the wild animals here is bigger than the size of the animals in her world. Anindira saw a group of mammoths. Even Sabertooth has been blocked and ended up being skinned by Halvir. There are also squirrels and rabbits, so one of their mainstay food menus while in the forest.

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!”

He says. He hands me the picture and I just stare at it. These aren’t fucking pets. These are wild fucking animals. Who in the fuck has pets like these? I am staring at a fucking white tiger, a black panther, and a large solid black wolf. No wonder no one wants to try and sneak onto the land. Forget the high tech security system they have. These three beasts are enough to keep you away. “How in the hell did they even get these beasts?” I ask.

The weather outside turned wild again as the evening came, but the moans and groans of pleasure from the two delighted souls in the bed were blending with the swishing sound of the wind and a slight thunder from nature. The sounds of their bodies slapping at each other could have been heard from afar had it not been for the weather.

He looked like he wanted to order me again, but there wasn't time. They were getting closer and weaving along with the trees, ground, and branches, seeming to get thicker, bringing darkness to the forest. I saw white wildlife of all sorts, from rabbits to stags to horses, all running for the hills. Then I heard loud booms, and the ground shook with each one. Terrified, I turned to see what else was coming. I almost peed my pants when I saw giants. I mean Jack and the Beanstalk giants! They were huge, and they were …my Guardian gnomes? I didn’t see that coming... Guardians huh? I grinned.

Its shriek rattled the air, and the wolves outside scattered, tails tucked, as if even they would not challenge this thing. Mara was the first to strike. Her spear found the creature’s shoulder, and it roared, the sound shaking the ground beneath their feet. Caleb leapt forward to drive his blade into its ribs, but the Wild swatted him away like a ragdoll, slamming him against the cave wall. His scream cut short, replaced with a grunt of pain. “Hold the line!” Silas bellowed, his voice carrying over the chaos. He swung his iron-edged axe, cleaving into the Wild’s chest. The beast staggered but didn’t fall. Its black eyes locked on him, burning with hunger.