The Wilds Fanfic Novels & Stories

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.”

A quiet purr emitted from her, happy with the arrangement. Wild got a hug from Elaine before she left to do whatever humans did in an airport. Kat had curled up best she could with a seat belt on to take a nap, leaving Jon and Wild to talk. "Do you like her?" Wild was secretly dreading that question. "I don't know. I don't know if it's love or if it's because she's the first girl around my age that I've met since the W Series. Or maybe it's because she understands what I've gone through as another "more perfect" hybrid." Or at least, she seemed to be a more perfect hybrid like him. She didn't have any deformations that the humans would find unappealing, like Tiffany's tongue or Westley's nos

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.”

Her mind screamed, but only choked whimpers. As Lucian assaulted her mouth, Jamil moved into place. He slid his cock to her mouth, grabbing her jaw, forcing it open. Crack! The pressure was too much. He forcefully opened her mouth with his cock. Her body arched, a desperate spasm. She choked, tears blurring her eyes, throat raw. The bitter, metallic taste filled her mouth. "Open wider, whore!" Lucian grunted, pushing deeper. "You'll take us all!" Her vision swam.

Then, two of them turn and start walking deeper into the forest. I follow without hesitation. “Daciana! Stop!” Kieran’s commanding voice comes from behind me. But I can’t stop. The wolves are moving faster now, breaking into a loop. I shift mid-stride, my clothes disappearing as my body changes. Four legs hit the ground, and I’m running, following the wild wolves deeper into territory I know like the back of my hand. I don’t care that it’s nighttime and that the woods are dangerous. I don’t care about the shadow beasts that lurk in here. My mate can handle them.

Yes… If I could just reach it… The back doors flew open. “There you are, you sneaky bitch.” I froze. A tall, thin man stood in the doorway. My eyes immediately dropped to the leather cut covering his chest. Wild Ridge. My stomach twisted. No… That couldn’t be right. Either he belonged to the club… Or he’d stolen the cut. He climbed inside and crouched beside me. Before I could pull away, his fist tangled in my hair. I cried out as he yanked me toward him. “Lightfoot’s been looking all over for you,” he sneered. “Wonder how happy he’ll be when I hand over his little hacker whore.”

“I’ve told you before. I don’t know who Eros is.” Miles turned to me, there was an odd look on his face. “Xy, are you sure Ares is your friend’s wolf?” “Yeah.” I nodded. Miles grimaced so I asked, “Why?” “That doesn’t sound good, Xy.” He turned to Eros and narrowed his eyes as if he was trying to see something that I couldn’t. “I’ve heard stories before but there have only been two cases and both are in neighboring packs so I’ve never witnessed it.”