The Wilds Fanfic Novels & Stories

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."

I announced and they all gasped Wilder was staring at me with shock and his eyes were questioning me, more like saying “What the heck are you doing” I smiled darkly, letting out a venomous sound. “You all may not know it but I had a mate, seven years ago. She disobeyed me and when I was about to punish her, Wilder showed up from nowhere and took her away, claiming she was his mate… I never opposed that or fought with him. I’m a man who values friendship a lot and I wouldn’t want to start a fight. Wilder took my mate away and my mate had to fake her death, just to escape Wilder’s ruthless dealings” I paused as gasps rang out, this is perfect. Things were going as planned and Wilder was in sho

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.

Even Hadrian goes still beside the fire, his lion eyes watchful. “They told me the Wilds are dying,” I continue. “The walls between man and beast are breaking. If I don’t seal the bonds, all of them, we’ll all fall. The Games, the kingdoms, everything.” A heavy silence follows. The only sound is the crackle of the fire and the drip of water from the cave ceiling. Fenrick breaks it first, whistling low. “Well, that’s cheerful.” Nythor sets down his pan carefully. “It makes sense. The old stories always said the balance would return through the bound witch. The Wilds marked you for a reason.”

Wild wanted to run. It had taken awhile for Wild to pull away from the outside world, from the need to keep going and never stop. Elaine had to physically pull him back a little. "Come on, we should get you guys back inside." With one last look back out, he followed Elaine back inside. Back to the office bedroom. Westley and Tiffany were already flicking through the cartoons. Wild couldn't get it out of his head. The beauty of it all. He was mesmerized by the pretty sky, the blueish green grass, the forest, so full of life. He'd been so close to it all to the dreams he'd been dreaming up for the past year, maybe longer.

Alpha Wilder apologized for his behavior the last time they met, alpha Ciandra said it was okay and asked him to explain how the attack happened. Alpha Wilder tried as much as possible not to sob as he went through the event of that fateful day he lost his soulmate. Halfway, Alpha Ciandra stood and went to the window. For a second, she thought of sending a link to one of her warriors inside this pack, but when she thought of getting no reply, she stopped herself. Expecting disappointment was fairer than being disappointed. Inclining slightly against the window, she asked Alpha Wilder if it was okay for her to go and check the borders, for a clear report for the supreme alpha.

You could ask me if I’m in love with my brother’s best friend and I would tell you with a straight face absolutely fucking not. Kane Wilder is my brother Landon’s best friend, a.k.a a pain in my fucking ass. I met him for the first time when I was six.

Leaves and twigs crushed beneath his weight as he sprinted through the underbrush, the wildness of the wilderness matching the untamed fury in his heart. As he raced deeper into the woods, memories of the encounter with Alpha Drake and Amanda, coupled with what happened at Jane's home tore at William's heart. He had heard stories of lone wolves seeking solace in the embrace of nature, finding peace amidst the untamed beauty of the forest. In his anger and confusion, he hoped that the wilderness would grant him the clarity he so desperately needed.

Mine. When I finally pulled away, it was only to check her face. Her body was relaxed. No tension. Just the rise and fall of her chest pressed against mine. Her eyes opened again, curiosity flickering as she took in her surroundings, the wind kissing her skin. She tilted her head to meet my gaze. “Why are you so damn crazy over me, Marion Whitfield?” she asked, her voice low but sharp, a challenge laced in every word. I smirked. “I’m crazy over you because the woman you are makes me crazy, Wildfire.”