The Wild Things Novels & Stories

Before anyone could answer, two smaller voices cut through the hush. “W.I.L.D.,” Kael piped up, his tiny fists clenched with the seriousness only a child could summon. Everyone turned, eyes darting to the twins where they stood next to their Auntie E. Liora stood up straighter, her curls bouncing as she declared, “It means We Inspire Love Daily.” Her little voice trembled with passion, but it struck truer than any weapon. “Daddy told us. That’s what being W.I.L.D. really is. We don’t stop loving, even when it’s scary. We don’t stop fighting, even when it hurts.”

As soon as I connect with my wolf, I’ll be able to heal too. Minutes turned into what felt like hours. My calves burned, my feet ached in these dumb academy shoes…not exactly hiking boots. Sweat dripped down my neck. I kept going, deeper, telling myself every step brought me closer. Then I heard it. A low grunt. Snuffling. Heavy footsteps crashing through the undergrowth. I froze. Out of the bushes charged a massive wild boar…bigger than any pig I’d ever seen, with tusks like knives and red-rimmed eyes locked on me. It snorted, pawed the ground, and lowered its head.

***** Whiteland Mansion A month had swiftly passed, and a semblance of normalcy had returned to the once tumultuous landscape. Those feral creatures had skulked away into the shadows, seeking refuge from the gaze of civilization. In response to the recent turmoil, the Wetland pack, under the stewardship of their Alpha, had taken decisive action, erecting a formidable barrier along their borders, a testament to their resolve and determination to safeguard their territory.

As children Dyce and I were told not to engage with the “wild ones' ' who supported themselves without the need for “royal civility'. Those people were aimless wanderers who did nothing but take. When they saved me, I didn’t see my rescue quite so clearly. I was angry and took it out on them. I had lost my family and my home. All that I had known in my twelve years of life was ripped from me before I had time to even blink. They were patient with me and gave me time to learn to love and trust them. I consider them an extension of my family now. For years after I was taught the life of the wild ones, a name the people of the land found very endearing, how they lived in unison with the land. T

Emily stepped forward, her eyes blazing with conviction, "Stop! Your actions are harming the delicate balance of the wild. We are here to protect it." One of the individuals sneered, "Who are you to stand in our way? The wilderness is ours to take!" Liam spoke firmly, "The wilderness belongs to all living beings, and we are its guardians. We will not let you destroy what is sacred and irreplaceable." With a chilling laugh, the adversaries charged at the pack, their eyes filled with malice and arrogance. The final battle had begun—a battle that would determine the fate of the natural world and the future of all living beings.

He smiles, gesturing, he has mastered ths diplomatic shit. "Eat, Merry, Dance, Have Fun." He concludes, and the congregation statrs clapping and cheering, if only they know who we are, what we are. Werewolves grow old and die, we are not like the mythical creatures - Vampires, but we age slowly, with our healing we always look younger than we are. However, we are wild beings, with an insane hunger and need for freedom, it is imposible to cage us, we are the definition of wild, trying to supress our wolves has never ended well for us, It could be like a split personality, the wolf in us, it takes time to merge, it gets harder and painful if we try to supress it, and unlike myths, we do not ne

he said shrugging. “Oh” Was all I said and leaned back in my seat. Sounds pretty boring to me. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ‘The Wild’ animals are WOLVES! Seriously, out of all the movies that were being shown today, it had to be this garbage. I sighed disappointed and grabbed a handful of popcorn stuffing my mouth with it.

filthy thing with a man! Sarah chuckled. ‘You hate all men? Even young Jacob Hawkins?’ Charity smiled briefly. ‘Well, perhaps not him. He seems different. But for all I know he’s no better than the rest of them in one respect. Oh, Sarah, the way they were all encouraging the boar. They were so excited by its stiff pizzle and the way it thrust itself into the sows, I saw them drooling with envy. But they tried to hide the fact when they saw me.’

It would make it clear that they didn’t believe in me at all. I watched on as he headed into the house, but I stayed on the edge of the woods. There was nothing they could do to get me to willingly go through that door. I needed the safety of open spaces. I heard a rustling behind me and turned, ready to flee. Brodie strolled out of the trees as though he didn’t have a care in the world. “One of these days you are going to have to explain how you shift into an animal that’s naked but shift back and are dressed again. It’s been melting my brain trying to work it out.” “Some sort of spell. In the olden days, we used to have a few witches living amongst the pack. They did different spells and o

An ear-splitting sound blasted through the air, inaudible to humans but agony for beastfolk. The three pups hidden beneath my dress yelped in pain. Their eyes flashed crimson, their bodies swelling as if they were balloons. Guests screamed and scrambled to escape. I was rooted to the spot, a cold sweat drenching my back. Trouble. Ethan yanked me behind him, shielding me with his body. He shot Wendy a look. Her remote fizzled, sparks flying, and then, boom! It blew up in her hand. She shrieked, her hand scorched black.