The Wild Within Novels & Stories

She held that much hate and envy in her heart for that woman. She switched on the television and kept tuning until it came to a stop on Tom Cruise's unaging face. She sighed in content, feeling cool, but then she noticed something. Cool wasn't just a feeling, the room got colder, a sudden chill ran down her spine effortlessly, making her shiver slightly. She made her way to the thermometer, noting that it had dropped to 5°, she increased it to where she could feel the warmth again and sighed, content this time. She went back to the television where Tom Cruise's face had been replaced with the cheetah from Cheetos ad. Her phone dinged and picked it off her pocket to see a text from her cousin

The wolf dominates with relentless force. The moon dictates. The moon owns. My body sings with strength. I don’t know how to be Mara in this primal melody. I don’t know how to be Mara at all. Power surges in unfamiliar rhythms. The forest yields to my strength. I don’t want to yield. It is wild. It is intense. It is everything. My struggle to stay Mara is endless and beautiful and impossible. The wildness leaves no space for doubt, no space for human uncertainty, no space for me. The intensity of it leaves no room. It is. It is. It is.

Sarah said, "The Heart of the Wild must be where we can find the balance we seek." Determined, the pack set out on their journey, guided by the vision from the stars and the whispers of their ancestors. The path was treacherous, but their unity and determination carried them forward. As they ventured deeper into the wilderness, they encountered challenges that tested their bond as a pack. Yet, with each obstacle, they grew stronger, knowing that their mission to protect the wild was greater than any individual hardship. At last, they reached the Heart of the Wild, a breathtaking sanctuary where the elements merged in a dance of harmony. Fire, water, earth, and air intertwined, their energies

"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."

"Focus on your breath, Amy. Feel the connection to the earth beneath your feet, the whispers of the wind in your ears. Let the wildness within you rise, like a dormant flame being rekindled." Ivy took in Emily's words, surrendering herself to the primal instincts that beckoned from deep within. She released a shuddering breath, feeling the stirrings of something untamed clawing at the edges of her consciousness. Her heartbeat quickened, matching the rhythm of the wilderness that surrounded her. As Ivy's eyes fluttered open, they revealed a subtle transformation. Her irises shimmered with a newfound intensity, flecks of gold dancing within their depths. A primal energy emanated from her, a ra

"Why are you covering yourself?" I knew what he meant. I didn't know why he was covering me if he had already seen my naked body anyway. I felt my cheeks burn remembering those things we did. "Welcome back, Amara," she extends her hand to me. "Ready to meet your wild side?" I narrowed my eyes doubting a little, I imagine that the wild side refers to my wolf side. I wasn't ready and I don't think I ever will be, but at some point I had to learn to control this. More when Melania was loose and thirsty for revenge.

It promised something wild, something untamed, something that I could not ignore. The hunters’ voices had faded behind us, replaced by the natural symphony of the night. Every sound was amplified, every shadow alive. I felt powerful and vulnerable all at once. I was human yet more than human, a creature of instincts and blood I had never fully known. And for the first time, I understood that my life was no longer my own. The forest had claimed me, the moon had awakened me, and the wolf within my veins had spoken. There was no turning back..

The name evokes the image of a vibrant red moon casting its glow over a gathering of wolves, a symbol of our connection to the earth and each other. Moving on, I enter our location: an expansive 250,000 acres of stunning wilderness, cradled in the rugged mountains near the picturesque Rio Grande National Park in Colorado. I can easily envision the breathtaking scenery that surrounds us—the towering pines stretching skyward, their needles whispering secrets in the wind, and the sun-dappled clearings where wildflowers bloom in a riot of color. The beauty of our territory resonates deeply within me, offering a sense of home and a reminder of the wild spirit that resides in all of us.

I felt my stomach churn in disgust and I tuned him out. Manny was such a fucking psycho. I joined the MC for a reason and it wasn’t to kill innocent people. I don’t know what is wrong with me. I guess the adrenaline is messing with my brain. I don’t know why the sight of him biting his lips is making me wonder how his lips would feel on mine. Scowling, I slid to the end of the couch, leaving a distance between us as we both waited for Stephanie, our host to grace us with her presence.

Her eyes, once a soft shade of blue, now bore the fiery intensity of an untamed beast. Together, they stood beneath the ancient oak tree, their wolves basking in the moonlight, painting streaks of silver through the darkness. With a shared understanding, they leaped forward, their paws thudding rhythmically against the forest floor. The wind whipped through their fur, caressing their untethered spirits, as they became one with the forest, with the night, with the wild.