The Wild Within Novels & Stories

"They are Changelings who have lost their sanity for one reason or another and take to the wild. Our mortal forms tame us, Ismena." He rounded another part of the forest, his arms behind his back as he continued, "Without our mortal form to keep us contained, we will become worst than wild animals. Wild Ones have lost their mortal forms, they only ride on basic instincts." "Basic instincts?" She asked, enthralled.

It pulsed with the raw power of the wilderness, a force that had been dormant for far too long. With every beat of her heart, Claire summoned the memories of her encounters with the wolf spirit—the exhilarating rush of the hunt, the sensation of freedom as her paws pounded against the earth, the sheer joy of running beneath a moonlit sky. She wove these memories into a tapestry of determination, spinning a thread of resilience that would bind her to her awakened self. As the flickering flames of her inner fire grew brighter, an unseen force gathered momentum. The dormant spirit responded to her call, emerging from the depths of her consciousness in a breathtaking display of ethereal light. I

Because not only did I not have the ability to shift, I also had no connection to my wolf. But right now I can feel something inside me. It’s like another part of me, something wilder and more primitive. It stretches inside me as if it’s awakening after a long and deep sleep. It’s almost like it’s under my skin, under every cell, like I am cloaking it with a human disguise over it. As it stretches and awaken, I feel a wild joy. This odd hole of loneliness that had been within me for so long feels smaller. But there is something more than that. A spark of interest, joy, hope. A fierce love that I can’t understand.

Only if I have the power to shift into anything that I want… a deer, a bird, or anything that can help me get away from here, I will be grateful to enjoy the beauty of nature and just forget about my humanity. Unfortunately, just like how I am imprisoned in the hands of the Emperor who can float me to the gallows any time he wants, my inner wolf is also imprisoned in me, helpless and weak and I can’t do anything about it. It is like a disease that prevents me from being me… It is as if I was designed to be vulnerable—-a forever prisoner.

A cold air rattled through them in the silence that was emitted between them as both tried to find their voices first, all he did was stare at the naked woman right before his very eyes, he was reacting to her in a different way, a way he had never done to anyone before. It left him thinking, perhaps he was just acting this way because his mind was lost and he had been wandering in the woods to try to find it, his heart pant like that of a wild man– Raging upon his rib cages like that of a wild beast . If he was the wild beast then what could he make of the woman that was underneath Him looking up onto him like as if begging for mercy from being devoured.

&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&& I didn’t realise how heavy Kendra’s dress was until I took it off her body completely and dropped it to the side, my eyes on her almost naked body. She looked unbelievably sexy wearing nothing but a revealing thong as she lay there on her stomach, giving me an incredible view of her bare back and curvy behind. She had the kind of body that made me want to do very bad things to her, even though I had said that I would try to be as gentle as I could. She knew how to the bring the beast out of me without even trying. “Get on your knees” I said as I pulled of my shirt and to my surprise she listened pretty quickly, making my

Her wolf instincts were sharp and vivid, a bright, cutting energy that filled the space with life and the thrill of discovery. Her vision blurred, a bright, vivid energy that filled the space with life and the thrill of discovery. Her eyes flashed between blue and amber, a fierce, living presence that filled the space with life and the thrill of the unknown. The pressure in her chest was a sharp, uncontained force, a bright, living energy that filled the space with life and the thrill of discovery. Her skin shivered against the wildness within her, a vivid, living force that filled the space with life and the thrill of the unknown. The tension was a bright, cutting energy, a sharp, unyieldin

You have to be punished. He perked up at the mention of punishment and rubbed himself furiously with the bath sheet that Kate threw at him. She walked into the bedroom ahead of him, cracking the whip as she went. I’m enjoying this, she thought. Does this mean this is my true sexual persona? Am I a power-hungry, lust-crazed dominatrix? She caught sight of herself in the mirror. No, she decided, this isn’t really me, but I am enjoying it. And that’s partly because I’m angry at what this man stands for. And anger can do funny things to ‘you. Like fear, it makes the adrenaline churn through your body. It can sweep along other emotions in its wake, turning it into a melange of conflicting desires

What if I could become part of this fight? I took a deep breath, forcing myself to move forward. I stepped out of the safe cocoon of the ambulance, sinking into the snow up to my knees. Each step carried the weight of the moment. A bear fighting wolves, while on the edge, a young girl hesitated to awaken her inner strength. The scene felt addictive, pushing me further—a craving to join the fight, to transform like he had, to harness the power that thumped inside me but had stayed dormant for too long.

This wasn’t a chase. This was a hunt. The shift hit me like a wildfire, fast and all-consuming. It started deep—bone-deep—like something unraveling inside me, something primal and ancient clawing its way to the surface. My skin burned, stretched, reshaped. Muscles tore and reformed in an instant, snapping into place with a vicious kind of precision. My spine cracked, lengthened, shifting until I was on four legs instead of two. My hands curled, fingers retracting, claws extending in their place. The pain was brief, a flicker of white-hot agony before it settled, replaced by the rush of raw, untamed power.