The Wilds Fanfic Novels & Stories

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

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.

"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

“Every girl knows I’m a beast in bed.” “Since when?” “Your last girlfriend, remember? Remember when I pretended to be you and—” “Finish that sentence and I’ll break your jaw,” Rhys said, all traces of laughter gone from his voice now. “Damn. You’re still touchy about that? You must have really liked that one.” Adrian didn’t look up from his skates as he muttered. “Both of you are embarrassing.” I braced my hands against the locker and breathed—the episodes. My wolf was going completely feral. I knew what Fenris wanted. He wanted his mate. And I hadn’t found her. Maybe when we found her—if we found her—it would stop.

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.”

＊ This chapter is dedicated to MCreader. Thanks for voting!＊ ＊＊＊＊＊＊＊ VAL It was the longest weekend of my life. Going through the letters, most of the men who weren’t married, wished to spend time with me. I knew their real intention wasn’t pure and all they wanted was to marry the Alpha and Mafia King’s daughter to gain more territory and power. I couldn’t care less about their goals as I didn’t wish to entertain them. However, there were three people who intrigued me the most: Soren Wilkins, the mysterious E.A., and Darren Wilcock.

Scar's men would be on my trail again soon. Consulting the map scroll, I oriented myself and set off in the direction of the Raider stronghold. I now had only the slimmest head start on those hunting me. Navigating the Wilds proved even more harrowing than I'd imagined. Massive, ancient trees blotted out the moon and stars, leaving me to stumble blindly in the dark. Spiny brambles tore at my clothes and skin while gnarled roots seemed to grasp at my feet. In the distance, the faint howls of wild beasts set my imagination spiraling. I shook my head fiercely, trying to dispel the terrifying images. Keep moving forward, I urged myself. Don't give in to fear.

We shifted together, our wolves greeting each other with playful nips and chases through the undergrowth. It felt good to stretch our legs, to feel the earth beneath our paws, to hunt together. We caught a rabbit, shared the meal, and then I shifted back and she followed, both of us naked in a small clearing. "Now," I said, backing her against a tree. "Let me have you like this. Wild and free, under the open sky." "Yes," She gasped, already wrapping her legs around my waist as I lifted her. "Fuck, yes, Mikhail, take me."

“Come on, loser!” “Bite me, jerk!” I call back to him. “Dude, you know she's not going to do it. She's scared of heights. And water. And fish. And lions, and tigers and bears, oh my!” Comes another teasing voice. “You are both jerks!” I yell down at them. “It's really not that bad! Just jump!” Wilder calls up to me. I look down to where he is already in the water, about sixteen feet below me.

I won’t be able to fuck him, not unless we train him to take someone or something smaller first, but the way he feels around my finger is amazing. I dream of a land with trees and caverns and my pretty half fae, naked in a field where I let him dominate me and suck me in the open. I drink his cum in bliss, then it changes to a penthouse in the city and a large room overlooking Boston Public Garden. Raff strokes my cock lazily while the fox fucks the wolf who is tied in bondage ropes and Willow caresses Raff lovingly. It’s a wonderful dream, but one that I don’t deserve. I change it to something I deserve more.