The Wild Things Novels & Stories

"What's that?" "What's what? Oh, the wolf?"

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.

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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.

Candy was running through the woods on her normal morning run, her heart was beating fast as she leaped over a log and continued running. She could feel the sweat as it trickled down her back making her shirt stick to her damp skin, the sound of her breathing was the only thing she heard as the morning sunlight slowly filtered through the tree’s leaves. As she neared the back of the packhouse a smell hit her that had her mouth watering, her wolf was instantly on alert. The beast wanted her to follow that sweet tantalizing scent of orange slices dipped in chocolate. It reminded her of Christmas morning and the treats her Jiji would bring for her and her brother.

Chapter 1 It's another normal day for the Fox family, nobody would have believed they weren't fighting considering their voices could be heard by almost every house of the town. Their small town is a sweet and homely place if not for everyone knowing everyone and tends to judge behind their back. Being the mayor of the town, Nicholas Fox makes sure their family set a good example in their town or that's what he thought. He firmly believes his Children should be perfect, especially his youngest daughter, Winter Fox.

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.

You could hear them flapping their wings restlessly before going back to their nests. On closer inspection, it looked more like a racing bike. It was all black with a strip of fluorescent paint running throughout the bike that reflected brightly with the night light. And it was racing through the city alright! (Do not miss the sarcasm.) FAST AND LOUD. The bike blurred across the empty street within a blink of an eye. The person riding the bike wore a leather jacket and tight jeans. The face was hidden behind a helmet. He was murmuring some song which was probably jarring into his ears. And he carried a backpack.

He won’t be caged again. My magic erupts out of me with a loud, pain filled scream, that drops me to my knees. The ground beneath me ripples as my magic burst free, my new forest friend rising to my aide. Shadows dance and take shape as they burst from the woods, grabbing wolves and throwing them away from us. Roots snap out of the ground like spears, launching themselves toward the wolves who hadn’t moved closer. Several wolves are flung away, vines latching on and burning their skin as they rip them off of Kai, before anyone even understood what was happening.

"Very well, then. I will be needing you to come back three days before your journey. There's need to bath you clean and keep you protected of the dangers and evil of the wild." "Aunt Lyra," my voice was barely above a whisper. "Could you tell me about the wild, please? What you think I should know." She heaved a sigh, her lips pursed before speaking. "The wild is a beast. A roaring beast, there's every need to protect you from its fangs and claws." she explained. "There's a legend that says it is the home of souls that hell had let lose as lessons for others. They crave blood for survival and the Kingdom has been able to keep them at base with the offenders, serving them as offerings."