Novel & Cerita The Wilder Women

The Killground is the site of the annual Wilder Games, a thirty day event where condemned humans are loosed into the wild to survive, or be hunted. Each of the five chosen Warlords receives a hunting token. If they catch a tribute, they may claim them, body, blood, and soul, or kill them. If a tribute survives all thirty days, they win their freedom and are marked by the Wilds as untouchable. Those who win become legends. Few ever do. MAGIC, BLOODLINES & BREEDING RITES In the Wilds, magic is sacred and bloodlines are power. The beast kings and their Warlords rely on witches and wildborn females to continue their bloodlines. Some females are chosen as sacred mates, bound by blood and spirit.

If it wasn’t anyone else, it had to be the person right in front of him. Jessica took a sip of wine and smiled at Chris. “What, Collin is simple and harmless, and I’m the ruthless woman? Don’t forget, the Wilder Group has always been led by women. If I have been able to stay in this position for so many years without being sidelined by those men, it’s because of my tactics.” “I know, I just happen to like ruthless beauties. If you were also simple and harmless, maybe...” Chris left the sentence hanging with a big suspense.

Even Ethan’s flickering slowed, like he was listening. Amara crossed her arms. “You’re asking us to choose sides in a war between wives.” “It’s not about wives anymore,” Olivia replied. “It’s about survival.” Ciara raised a brow. “Whose survival?” “All women,” Olivia said simply. “Because if the Widow rises unchecked, she won’t stop at me. She won’t stop at Ethan. She won’t stop at Jessica.” Her voice lowered. “She will tear through every woman with power. Every woman who ever loved. Every woman who ever tried to build a life instead of burning it.”

"Are you saying that I will be the ONLY female wolf?" "In this side of the state. Not the world... calm down. There other girls and women. Not many though." He shares. "Oh. Good, we can found a little club." I roll my eyes. "Actually, that would be a great idea." He smirks. "Shut up. You must find who this woman is and fast. Do you realize that people are being attacked and murdered. Three and counting." I speak sadly. "You know that my GrandPa is on top of this, right? He's dying but still pulling strings."

She likes to see a reaction from her mother. The winds started blowing the moment Winter stepped out of her home, She cursed her luck for the bad Weather, it's almost two years since Willow quit wearing her long flowery skirt. And times like today, which is a rare occasion for her to wear a skirt, the wind just had to mess up her fashion. The joy of having to hold the end of her skirt every step she took!! She passed by the VIP house and last night's event started replaying in her mind. She wondered if he would recognise her. She was hoping he couldn't see her face clearly and perhaps suffered from night blindness.