The Wild Within Novelas e Histórias

Wild wanted to run. It had taken awhile for Wild to pull away from the outside world, from the need to keep going and never stop. Elaine had to physically pull him back a little. "Come on, we should get you guys back inside." With one last look back out, he followed Elaine back inside. Back to the office bedroom. Westley and Tiffany were already flicking through the cartoons. Wild couldn't get it out of his head. The beauty of it all. He was mesmerized by the pretty sky, the blueish green grass, the forest, so full of life. He'd been so close to it all to the dreams he'd been dreaming up for the past year, maybe longer.

Ryan grunted. "Okay," Wild said, feeling how upset and angry Ryan was with Monika. "Let's go for a run. We might feel better" Wild suggested. "You're right... It will definitely make me feel better," He said and walked out of the mansion, then morphed into a wolf to go for a long run and calm himself. Wild was running at a higher speed when a girl's sob fell on his ear. He ceased his speed, and then his eyes shot up, and his heart started beating at higher speed.

I shouted, "We can awaken the spirit of the wild!" The light intensified, swirling like a ferocious storm as if the very nature around us recognized its rightful guardians. My heart thrummed with adrenaline, with the relentless spirit of the white wolf igniting within me. I stood firm, emboldened by the unwavering love of my mates beside me, ready to face whatever darkness threatened to engulf us.

The forest whispered its timeless secrets, offering solace to a heart grappling with the complexities of connections. The bow and arrow in my hands weren't enough to quell the storm of emotions within. As the forest embraced me in its serenity, an overwhelming desire to release pent-up frustration and envy took hold. Without hesitation, I surrendered to the primal urge, shifting into my wolf form. My fur, now a silvery-grey coat, blended seamlessly with the shadows as I sped through the woods. Leaves crunched beneath my powerful paws, and the wind carried the haunting melody of my wolf's howl through the trees. In this trance, I unleashed the anger and envy that had gripped my human self, th

Wild, that was the name given to a wolf when he left the pack, of his own free will or exiled. The one who submitted to his instinct, to his nature and was simply that... a wild animal with red eyes, one stronger, more determined, without feelings, one that was capable of instilling fear even in an alpha himself. ***

He stared at me, his green eyes begging me not to go down this road but I was already halfway gone. “I have to find myself” I tried to gently explain. “I have been controlled and told what to do and how to act for my entire life.” As my words tumbled out, they became louder and more forceful as my emotions erupted. “The one man who I thought loved me and wanted to protect me enticed me into selling my body for his own monetary gain. I want to find out what I can do.” I raised my hand, pointing to my chest as I spoke. “I want to find myself. I want to be a respectable member of society. I want to be more than just a prostitute. I want to show everyone I’m smart. I can use my brain and be wort

Victoria muttered, “I didn’t actually expect you to go, though. Who treks out into the wilderness looking for their wolf? You find them inside you. You tap in, call them forward. I had no idea that you didn’t know that.” I stopped so abruptly she almost crashed into my back. I whipped around, anger flaring hot. “What did you just say?” She blinked, confused. “Wait…are you serious, Princess? Your wolf isn’t some lost puppy hiding in the woods. She’s inside you. Always has been. You just… reach for her. Call her name and she answers. It’s that simple really.” I let out a laugh that was half-hysterical, half-maniacal. “So my wolf’s just chilling inside me right now? And I’ve been checking under

Kaelyn looked like he was fit to murder someone. “She told me she was your mate. You don’t get to have us both.” I let the bike drown out any reply and roared off, not looking back. My wolf rose up inside, lending me her strength, but inside I prayed that I hadn’t just made a fatal mistake. Those who went against the Blackhand Mafia tended to wind up very…dead.

She was Lyra, a werewolf alone in the vast wilderness, forging her path, and defining her destiny on her terms. Her journey was a constant struggle for survival, but the wilderness also revealed unexpected beauty. The vibrant colors of the wildflowers, the majesty of ancient trees, the mesmerizing dance of the Northern Lights—these moments of wonder brought a glimmer of hope, a reminder that even in darkness, beauty could exist.

Even the so-called beta didn't try to reach out as much as his son did. 'Raymond wants to rut with us.' 'Everyone knows that.' my wolf added when I ignored her first comment. I rolled my eyes. Even his sister was scared shit less of me. One time I threatened to chop off her liver and feed it to my wolf and it didn't take long before she cowered and ran out yelling that i was a Wildling and the name stuck in the mouths of others. "They are people who had to be excommunicated from their packs or covens because they could not conform to the rules. With us werewolves, it means they have lost their minds to their wolves and cannot function properly. They are more dangerous and wilder than normal.