The Wilds Fanfic Novels & Stories

“But you get my point.” “Yeah, I do.” Wilder bites his lip as if he’s thinking carefully about something. Then he says, “Do you want a fight?” “What do you mean?” “Do you want to kill some Ravagers?” “Always.” He laughs. “You’re not even going to ask what I’m talking about?” “I can’t picture a scenario where I wouldn’t want to kill Ravagers.” *** The trap Wilder sets is the first use of magic I’ve ever just fucking fallen in love with. It’s also probably the most insane thing I’ve ever seen in my life.

Wilder smiled making Malik smile too, little does he know it's a fake one. "Nikolai watches too much porn". Asher said making Wilder cringe. “Why would anyone fuck their step brother? Or sister?". "Why wouldn't you?". "Please stop talking to me". - - - - "I believe I can fly! I believe I can touch the sky!" Miles singed wrapping an arm around Wilder’s shoulder. “I'm sure you can" He replied struggling with Malik’s suitcase that wouldn't roll anymore. “Who is your favorite among us?" Miles asked.

“Wei spotted. He has four men with him. One car only. Two minutes.” Saint clenched his jaw and glanced at Hudson. “Don’t go off the rails too soon.” “Worry about getting the right information from him and I’ll keep myself in check,” he said. “I make no such fucking promises,” Wilder said, his eyes looking feral. “But while we wait for him, why doesn’t Pinocchio masturbate?” I grinned and glanced at him. “Why not, Wilder?” “Forest fires,” he said, threw his head back and laughed loudly. “You know, wood on wood.”

“Think about this… Your life is currently a mess because you feel some kind of undying loyalty to the predator. We could have our family, Wilder, but you choose him over me. Over your soulmate… One way or the other, Daemon is going to die. It doesn't matter if it's Lilian who kills him; then what? What about you? What would you be doing with your life, because I would not wait for you? I gave you four months to think of mating with me, and you have barely three weeks left.” “Hailey… I promise you. When this is all over." He began to say, but I wasn't interested in hearing the same thing over and over again. "When this is all over… When will it be over, Wilder? When? You've been saying that f

Without warning, I bolted forward, my legs carrying me towards the open expanse of the forest. "Ariana, wait!" I heard Lucas's voice, tinged with urgency, but I couldn't stop myself. The sensation of running through the forest, the wind rustling through my fur, was exhilarating and freeing. The moon's silvery glow seemed to guide my path, and I felt an unexplainable connection to the wilderness around me. As I sprinted through the trees, I caught glimpses of Lucas behind me, his own transformation complete. He had turned into a magnificent red wolf.

* Regina * I felt the forest mourn with me the moment Alpha Archer crossed the border and the bond stretched thin and aching between us. The Wilds, no, my Wilds, shifted around me, wolves emerging from the trees, from the shadows, from the half-burned remnants of what had once been called the Rogue camp. They waited for me. Not for permission but for my direction.

And now that it is kindled, it's really hard to stop this wildfire. No woman had ever made him lose his sanity over the passion for flesh. More and more, deeper and deeper, until she finally lost a grip on herself and screamed. The heavier rain outside muffled their moans as they reached the climax that they have longed for. The night ended with their bodies under each other's warmth. For Elizabeth, it was the first. For Aleksander, it's like he found home in the arms of this strange woman.

They pitied me for years while I planned a future that never existed. Tears blur everything. I trip over a root and fall hard, scraping my knees, but I push up and keep going. The dress tears at the hem. I do not stop to fix it. I just want to disappear. The trees grow thicker here. I realize I have crossed the border into the Wildlands. Neutral territory. Rogues. Dangerous wolves who answer to no pack. Normally that thought would terrify me. Right now it feels like exactly where I belong. Let something out here end this nightmare.

I kept my hand firmly pressed against her back, guiding her smoothly through the steps of the waltz. "My real last name is Wilder. I told you." I answered carefully, keeping my voice low so only she could hear. "I was born into this world, Mila. The suits, the boardrooms, the billions. But I hated it. Ten years ago, I walked away from all of it to build something real. To bleed my own blood. I built the Reapers from the ground up because I wanted a family I chose, not an empire I inherited." Her eyes widened. "But you gave it all up. Justin told me you blacked out your ink. You stepped down."