The Wilds Fanfic Novels & Stories

I looked over at Izaac, he was looking at the scenery in front of us. It’s in the middle of a forest, there was a waterfall now covered in ice. The sun has already fallen on the horizon with hues of pink and red painted up the sky. The thick snow became a blanket to the ground. Dead trees were decorated with snow and ice spikes. It was breathtaking. “How do you do this?” I asked, never taking my sight from the wintery forest. I could feel Izaac shifting his position, leaning back on the roof. “I don’t know, I just do it. I simply create the scene in my mind and it happens, like I’m just changing a TV channel. Look at this,” He raised his hand and snapped his finger.

In their final moments as wild creatures, they basked in the pure magic of their love, their souls forever touched by the transformative power of the moonlit night. With one last longing gaze, Kara and Ryder stood, their human forms reclaiming their bodies. They dressed once again, their eyes never straying from each other, the memory of their wild encounter imprinted on their souls. Hand in hand, they stepped out of the forest, forever carrying the spirit of their wolfish love within them.

“So, riding in a Mustang now?” Lexie rolled her eyes and pulled her inside. “We’ll talk later,” she said, heading toward the building. “So, you and the hot Ram? You two do it?” Claire asked in disbelief. “No, of course not! We almost did, but he’s way too soft. He treats me like a kid, Claire. He doesn’t want to take advantage of me. First base, I think, but honestly, I don’t need to tell you that. The point is, I’m running out of time! Rafael and Amanda are getting married on Sunday, and nothing’s happening! I think Ram enjoys flirting more than actually having sex!”

Caelum twisted my nipple harder, then soothed it with his tongue, his other hand spreading over my stomach like he owned the fire coiled beneath. I was unraveling when Lucien finally broke the kiss, his shadows retreating. Caelum shifted, tugging me over onto my side, then onto him. He sprawled onto his back, his cock thick and ready, and pulled me up until I straddled him. The blunt head pressed against my entrance, and the stretch as I sank onto him made me shudder. He filled me, deep and rough, and I cried out, clawing at his chest. “Ride me, Wildfire,” he snarled, hands gripping my hips. “Show them who you burn for.”

Practically howling in my ears. The crowd parted around me as a very naked man–The Savage himself–got up from the street and stalked straight toward me. My body immediately heated up, and my heart went haywire. As he paused inches from me with a deep scowl set on his bloody face, it was then that I understood what my wolf was trying to tell me. The Savage was my chosen mate. Oh. My… A wild excitement pulsed through me, and I managed a slight, shaky smile. I had dreamed about what my mate would look like. Never in my wildest dreams had I—

And all she could think about as she stared at the rain was the bleak, hurt look in the Jacob's eyes. Oh, get over yourself, she thought. She sank deeper into the water until her nose kissed the stream surface. It was her own fault, and she knew it. Ever since she met the guy, she'd been acting like a hysterical harpy. She knew that he was her mate, she feel the bond, her wolf call him mine the first day she met him, she can't resist it and she still forght him and right now she was hurting herself, and also him, since he couldn't take it from her anymore, Predictably enough, he'd gotten sick of it and left. End of story. What point was there in beating a dead horse?

The war between the Light and the Void was ancient, but the Wild was the wild card that would change the game forever. "Emma?" Félix whispered. "Yeah?" "Next time Nathaniel talks about 'logistics', remind him that he’s basically falling in love with a 'Wild' woman himself. Maya’s been eating raw venison for three days. I think the Saint is going feral." I laughed, a bright, clear sound that echoed through the ruins of my childhood. "I think the whole world is going feral, Félix. And I wouldn't have it any other way."

Ella replied, her voice both sympathized and sultry and it irritated Wilder. “I don’t need anybody Ella, that’s why I’m an alpha. You don’t have to worry about me again” He replied and she closed the small gap between them, her eyes glued to his bronze chest which was shimmering in the moonlight with his packs beckoning to her. She placed her palm on his pack and pushed him to the wall gently, her lips inches away from his. “You do need a friend, Wilder, I can be anything you want… A friend, a lover, a Luna” She whispered as she pressed her lips on his and he pushed her away the next second.

I say, and he smirks. "You sought me out, Adahleene." He tsks, and I freeze. "I didn't. Leave." I say, mind reeling. "Easy," He says, hands crossed, with a persistent smile. "Before you call your sugar daddy, listen to me. I am Wilder, and you did seek me out, Flower. A part of you, your mind recognized it, and falted, seeking me out, hence, here I am." I stare at him, saying nothing, hoping he explains what this is, or I'll scream bloody murder, faster than he can say Flower.

“You all know she was abducted by the triplets, right? For eavesdropping on them when they were out on a mission.” Mission? She calls that a mission? So now it’s called a mission when you go out killing people? “What a random street girl!” Ava shouted as the other girls in the room started whispering among themselves. What is all this? I just want to go home, eat chips, and watch a movie with Susan. Oh, how I miss those days—when I was still with Susan, when my parents were still alive. “How can a random street girl join the Wild Cats and be the best?” one of the girls beside Ava said.