The Wilds Fanfic Novels & Stories

“It’s changed. The pecan waffles—it’s still there, but… sharper. Wilder.” I frowned, confusion flickering through me. “What does that mean?” He didn’t answer. Not directly. Instead, he took my hand firmly. “Then let’s run. Together.” The forest welcomed us with open arms. I let Skadii, my lycan, rise, the shift surging through me until fur stretched over muscle, and my paws struck the earth with thunderous joy. Skadii howled to the moon, her voice rich and wild, and the wind kissed her silver-and-onyx coat as we bounded between trees.

The first step to actually—maybe, hopefully—keeping her. So, this time, when she grabs my face and kisses me hard, I'm not distracted anymore. I think I made the right choice. I moan against her mouth and squeeze her ass again, making her grind on me some more. It's not enough this time, though. For days, I've been literally burning for her, so I need more. I need to fuck her hard. And then after, I can allow her to ride me all she wants. I tighten my hold on her and turn us to safely lay her in the ground. Never, not even in a million years did I ever considered the possibility of having sex in the wild like this, but there's no way I can stop myself. I need her too much. And my wolf doesn'

Fingernails grew and sharpened before Her eyes And for maybe Not quite the first time She felt alive The strange symptoms Of her youth The pawprints in the Yard, the lust for Jack London, the undercooked meat Calling the moon by her Boyfriend's name When her phone was ringing With his number lighting up the screen Calling her boyfriend The moon And thinking about sinking her Teeth into him The people who loved her Pushing for a lock up Questioning her sanity The people who loved her Trying to understand It was all so Unsettling, it was all so Mindbending how much louder the Wild called to her And how it knew her name Without any introductions And naturally her instincts Took over And superna

he roared. I took a step toward him, feeling Victor's watchful gaze on me, "Then let me make this easier for you. I, Sydney Wilde —Alpha of the Green Forest pack and daughter of the Alpha of Alpha's — reject you, Quade Holt — Alpha of the Midnight Sun pack — as my mate." _____________________________________ ***Author's Note: Me: four chapters in is too early for a smut scene. Also me after writing half the chapter out: fuck it, do the smut scene and fuck with their emotions!

Now all I knew were the basics and that wasn't helpful at all. If only I wasn't running out of options... And if only the weird transferee wasn't my now bestest friend, Jessy, who didn't want to talk about it anymore. Wild Oaks was a town surrounded by woods which no one dared to enter without permission. They said trespassers who attempted to sneak in never got out of the woods anymore. If that's true, I would never know.

Untamed. Just like him. I can see a certain kind of wildness in his eyes, and I know instantly that he is a Rogue. He has an edge to him, a wild, dangerous, unpredictable edge. As he stares back at me I notice a moment of confusion. It's like he realized it, too, at the same moment, that maybe…I am his mate. The connection is undeniable. But he quickly shakes it off and gives me a confused look. "Are you a spy?" he asks. "Did they send you to find me?"

Gina strengthened her resolve, “Stop acting pitiful. Haven’t you always looked down on weaker males? The Wild Willows pack is filled with strong men, you will surely find someone stronger than you there. By the way, you and I know that no one can force you into mating if you do not want to. This has nothing to do with being a mate. I don’t just want you to be a rogue, can’t you see? I am doing my best for you as a mother!” “My mother died the moment we stepped our foot into this pack, as for you, I have no idea who you are,” Tania replied, stunning Gina. “Please leave Beta Gina.” “I don’t care what you think of me, I hope you rethink this. I can’t have you become a rogue.” Gina told her. “Pl

I took a few deep breaths before facing the girl in front of me. "Alexis, stop talking like that. Do you know what it means to be a wild wolf? Wild wolves are those who are not bound to any pack. They don't belong to any group," I said, shaking my head at her almost closed eyes. When I took her hand, she surprised me by slapping my hand away. "Why..." I started to ask, but my words were cut off when she began to speak. "I know what a wild dog is, you fool! That's because I am a wild dog! I left the Black Mist pack. And that's not all. I rejected my mate. Now tell me, am I wrong?" she said, her words echoing in my ears.

“Daddy told us. That’s what being W.I.L.D. really is. We don’t stop loving, even when it’s scary. We don’t stop fighting, even when it hurts.” Kael leaned forward, looking at each of them with eyes that seemed too old for his years. “If we stay together, if we love each other, we can win. We will win.” Serenya smiled to herself knowing that Cheyenne had told her differently what it meant to be W.I.L.D. but she wasn’t about to discredit both Jax and the twins in front of everyone. It can mean different things to different people. Solana reminded her. The silence that followed wasn’t empty—it thrummed with the pulse of something greater, something ancient. Serenya felt it before anyone else, a

Amid the crisp sound of glasses colliding, I took a sip of the cold beer. The chill slid down my throat, but somehow, it warmed my heart. The road ahead was long, yet there was no reason to look back. Somewhere out there, beyond the horizon, an open wilderness was still waiting for me.