The Wild Within Novels & Stories

“You’ve got the pieces. And you’ve got us to guide you. But W.I.L.D. is also something you become through experience, through trust, and through embracing every part of yourself.” Serenya exhaled, feeling the weight of the day, the forest, the lessons, and the truth of their words settle inside her. “I… think I get it. Watchfulness, Instinct, Learning, Determination. W.I.L.D.” Solana’s presence thrummed in agreement. And you will carry it, little one. Not just for yourself… but for all who depend on you. Cheyenne ruffled her hair playfully. “Good. Now let’s see if that W.I.L.D. mind of yours can handle one more drill before sunset.”

"The inflammation just won't go down. At this point, the only thing we can do is spare him further suffering. Ms. Wynter, euthanasia is the kindest option for Acorn." I sank to my knees beside him, sobbing uncontrollably. Through tears and whispered apologies, I ended his life with my own hands. When Acorn's eyes closed for the last time, I finally broke. Cyran, who had followed me here, stood frozen, unsure of what to do. He reached out to steady me, but I shoved him away with all my strength. "Acorn's gone! I'll never ride again! Are you satisfied now? Happy? Did you get what you wanted? Cyran, you've won—your precious child is on the way, and the horse competitions you hate? I'll never pa

Riley’s POV The warehouse stood like a jagged tooth against the gray sky. It smelled of rust, salt, and impending death. I looked at the nine girls standing around me. We were the "Wild Cats," the lethal weapons of the Triplets. But today, I didn't want to be a weapon. I wanted to be free. I checked my belt. My pistol was heavy. I felt the cold handle of the knife hidden in my pocket. It pressed against my thigh, a sharp reminder of the world I lived in.

“You can’t pretend it’s not real.” I blinked, trying to find my footing, but my wolf only got louder, angrier. I could practically feel her claws scraping the inside of my mind, desperate to answer the call, to just let go and change. My body buzzed with this wild, aching need—something forbidden, something I’d never admit out loud.

“In a mystical dell, secluded for more than a millennium, Unknowingly safeguarded by the wolves of the Desert, Is the celestial lamb that you seek. Among her dowry are the charms of lost ages, Keys to the kingdom the seven keep. Neither by might nor by treachery is she ensnared, Tempted only by the black wolf of the Wood is she Thus lured out, subdued and made weak. Among the trees walk the gods of lost realms And new bloodlines with Were guardians sleep.” Holy shit. Ian! What the fuck, Sean? Why are you shouting? I just spilled coffee all over my suit. Get Jack in your office. Five minutes.

There were small cottages at the sides and few market tents that sold authentic West Mountains’ indigenous carved jewelries and weaved clothing. Werewolf pups are freely running around while their mothers in human form follow them from behind and smile at him. Entering the backdoor at a black with red accented building and passed through the kitchen glass walls. Luke hears what his co-workers said on the other side. “Snow white has arrived, everyone!” “Really? Wait?! Where is he?!” “Can I go out and touch his fur then come back again?” “No! You’ll bring fur inside the kitchen. Do it later. After the service.”

Wild Addiction volume 2. I never knew true addiction until I met her. I never truly understood what it is to crave, mind, body, and soul—until nothing mattered but fulfilling that craving. Until the only thing that mattered was easing the hollow space inside me. It was there whenever we’re apart. Like a dark hole, it lingered, intensifying until my mind was full of dark spots. Until my mind was full of easy curves, bare before me. Until my desires reflected her, bending at the waist, her pert, little arse in the air, colored red by my palm, the outline of my fingers visible against her pale skin.

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.

I whisper hoarsely, my voice barely a breath against the overwhelming silence. The forest seems to close in on me, the once-comforting darkness now a suffocating void. I look up, hoping to see the familiar faces of my family, but instead, a low, menacing growl emerges from the depths of the woods. My heart pounds in my chest as a figure begins to materialize through the gloom. A large, black wolf steps into view, its eyes glowing a haunting blue. Its coat is sleek and glossy, a stark contrast against the dark backdrop of the woods. A white diamond-shaped tattoo gleams on its forehead, catching the faint light and casting eerie shadows.

my inner voice, a manifestation of my instincts trying to protect me? I closed my eyes, shutting out the world around me, and allowed myself to delve deeper into this newfound revelation. In the recesses of my mind, a presence stirred—a primal force, fierce and loyal. It was as if a dormant part of me had awakened, a connection to the wild and untamed.