The Wilds Fanfic Novels & Stories

She looked fragile — but unbreakable. I took her hand. “I love you,” I said. She blinked, startled. “And when you walk out with Jake, I’m going to propose properly. So you need to come back.” She gave a choked laugh. “That’s the worst proposal setup ever.” “I know,” I said, smiling weakly. “But it’s all I’ve got.” She squeezed my hand. “Together,” she said. Then she turned and walked toward the front steps. The door opened. Victoria Blackwell stood there — pale, wild-eyed, trembling.

He backed off slightly and looked down at me, enjoying seeing me panic. "Why are you so anxious?" he asked, his eyes glinting darkly as his gaze swept over me once more. I tried my best to curl up into a fetal position, but I couldn't move my limbs at all. They felt like they had all frozen in place, and no amount of struggling would work. "Stop fighting it," Jared said, looking at me with fake pity. "It's going to be even harder for you if you accidentally trigger the Punishment Mode." I didn't want to know what that meant, and I certainly didn't want to try to understand the playful glint in Jared's eyes.

, she exclaimed as she released her juices all over his shaft but he didn't stop. He groaned, placing one of her legs on his shoulder as he fucked her crazy. He saw her eyeballs getting thinner out of pleasure and that drove him even further as he kept digging her up, faster and faster with every thrust, he was sweating as his orgasm began to make him weak and he exploded inside of her, pulling out and laying beside her. She was so fucking tight. They were both panting as he realized something. "Shit, I forgot to use a condom", she rolled onto her side and smiled weakly at him.

Kate thought she had overcome her crazy feelings towards Nick. Until now... With their bodies only a thread in between. With their lips attached and their tongues like warriors, sword-fighting. With their hearts seeming to beat similarly wild, lust clouded their minds... They were like bunnies in the wild. Carefree... Feeling freed from the shackles of their deeply buried emotions, the two were like eagles who learned how to spread their wings and fly for the first time. Reckless, scared yet excited, and fascinated. They've set their hearts free of any fears.

Like it knew something she didn’t. She rubbed her arms, shaking off the thought. She had sat in the living room alone for a while after Elara had left her but she was starting to feel suffocated so she slipped outside when no one noticed, and decided to go out for an evening walk. The Liaison estate was grand, spreading out into well-trimmed gardens before filling out into the wild treeline. Garrick liked to say he kept the wild at bay, but Irvine often thought the wild kept itself alive, waiting, and bidding. Tonight, she wanted to feel it wrap around her.

“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.

“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.”

* 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.

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."