The Wilds Fanfic Novels & Stories

She clung to Andrea for support, the feeling of the blonde’s own climax fuelling her own. When it was finally over, when they had rolled off each other and lay on the long grass gazing up at the shafts of sunlight trying to filter through the filigreed canopy of leaves, she had no regrets. Andrea was still her best friend. But though she could still taste the sweet juices of the blonde’s sex and her own body still ached with the aftermath of passion, she knew she would never do what they had just done again. PRESENT

"Intense feelings, like a wildfire, consume my every thought. Burning bright and hot, they leave me feeling both alive and distraught." His POV.... Wildlife ! . She was a wildfire . She was burning and spreading in my veins like a fire in the woods . The fire that could either burn you wholly or give birth to many innovations . Winter was that spark of ignition that could burn a million year old forest by her fire . She was indeed a wildfire . She was wild and careless . If she was the drug I might have been her druggie . The druggie who won't let his favourite drug to share with anyone .

Kira led the way, her fur illuminated by the moonlight, and I chased after her, matching her pace. The thrill of the chase, the rhythmic pounding of our paws against the earth, and the crisp night air against our fur created an enchanting symphony of sensations. We darted through the moonlit glades, our wolves revelling in the untamed beauty of the wilderness. The forest embraced us with its ancient whispers, and for a brief moment, the worries of the world seemed to fade away.

I complained. "Teressa is Alpha Wilder's destined mate! And I'm just doing my job as a mother; that's why I always remind you to know your limits, right ?" Finally, the day came; Teressa had just turned 18 and had done her best shifter for the first time. She found her mate, and it was my husband's Alpha Wilder. I knew that Wilder would dump me, but once I faced the reality, it really hurt. I'm not as strong as I imagined.

As soon as I go to touch her, I can feel the sparks fly up my arm in an effective way, but I am guessing she did as well as the next thing I know I am on the floor and my pretty little mate is galloping away from me. Kayla's POV Not so long after I got away from the white wolf, did I realise he was up and after me. I pushed myself to go faster I would need to either find somewhere to hide or I will end up running into Seth going back the way I came, and I honestly do not know how I feel about that. I like the guy do not get me wrong I mean who would not but that does not mean I want him anywhere near me the mate pull o my works one way till I turn 17 and can feel it properly, but I would rat

Our ragged gasps mingled with the sound of the waterfall as we both reached our peak together, our bodies trembling violently, our joint, echoing climax shattering the secluded peace of the paradise. "Whatever happened to ‘no public encounters’?" Ram asked, still panting, his forehead resting against mine, his body heavy and perfect, still buried deep inside. I smirked, wrapping my arms around his neck. "Did I ever say that?" He chuckled, the vibration resonating through me. I playfully bit my lip and teased, "What if someone saw us?" His eyes darkened with pure mischief, a flash of undeniable excitement. "Then that just means we had an unforgettable moment in the water, makes it even more t

Why did my father dare be on their bad side? In the presence of two alpha wolves, my father and Damian, my young alpha wolf had felt out of place and jittery, almost seeking to assert an impossible dominance. I had opted to take a walk and clear my mind. Then I’d met Wilda, stark naked in the woods of her family’s lands. The man-made forest was breathtaking, but a naked Wilda almost stopped my heart. What had struck me as impossible at the time was the lack of any scent on her. She smelled like fresh air, not like soap, or any kind of lotion or deodorant, not even bodily fluids. Her scent was perfectly masked in the environment around her. I never would have known she was there if I hadn’t s

I whispered, my throat raw from screaming. ​Marcus laughed, a harsh, barking sound. "Not our problem. North is the only way that doesn't lead into Ally territory. You go North, you hit the Wildlands." ​The Wildlands. ​The unclaimed territory. A vast expanse of dense, frozen forests and jagged mountains inhabited only by rogues—wolves gone mad with bloodlust—and things even worse than rogues. It was a death sentence. Kaelen hadn't just exiled me; he had politely told me to go die somewhere he wouldn't have to smell the corpse.

Any subsequent attempts to harm me after their wildness was quelled would be entirely on him, devoid of any justification. "I, Malachi Ragnar, claim you, Kaida Wilder, as my mate, bound to me for all time. I vow to love you fiercely, to hold you close against all that threatens, to protect you with every fiber of my being. Through rain and sun, through raging storms and howling winds, in the darkest shadows and the brightest light, I will be your shield, your strength, your eternal solace. Until the final transformation, until death itself tears us asunder, I am yours, and you are mine." He delivered the final words with a low growl that almost convinced me of their sincerity, or that he was

"You have the life stone. But it is not enough. My mother tells me that there is more, that we will need to return to the Wildlands at Wolf Moon in order to rewind the enchantment." "I don't understand ..." I say, thinking what he is asking is impossible. Even if I find Luka. Even if I manage to cross the Barren. I have already vowed I will never return to the Wildlands. But Darius moves swiftly and I'm still formulating my objections when he shoves me forward and I stumble, trying to catch my balance before twisting and falling .... ...onto a very soft, well-worn sofa bed in very familiar surroundings, looking into Fulvio's astonished face as he kneels over me and feeling Wiley's needle-sha