The Wilds Fanfiction Novels & Stories

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 whispered to the empty room. I grabbed my phone again, my thumbs flying across the screen as I texted the group chat. "Girls, my stepbrother is so hot. He just walked out of my bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist." The replies were instantaneous. "Girl, I thought he wasn’t coming yet!" Elena texted back. "Hook us up, please! I want to see him when we come to the party at your place in five days," Divine added. It seemed Divine was already making her move, but as I lay there thinking about the way the water had glistened on Axel's skin, I realized I might want him even more than she dif

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."

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."

**The Wild Wolves** Aria meandered through the lush, vibrant forest, a world alive with an intricate tapestry of sights, sounds, and scents. Each step enveloped her in the rich aroma of damp earth and blooming wildflowers, the vibrant hues of greens and browns intertwining like an artist's brushstrokes across the landscape. Having spent the past few weeks in this enchanted new home amidst the towering, ancient trees and dappled sunlight, she had cultivated a deep affection for the tranquility and solace the wilderness offered—a cherished escape from the chaotic clamor of her former life.

It was the kind of sound beasts made when the night itself turned against them. Silas stepped back into the cave, his face tight, his movements clipped. The fractured ones stirred, sensing the shift in the air. Ava felt it too—the prickle along her skin, the sudden awareness that the dark beyond the fire was no longer just emptiness. It was watching. “What is it?” Mara asked, her spear already in hand. “The Wilds,” Silas said, voice cold. “They’ve caught our scent.” The fractured ones shivered. Some pressed closer to the fire. Others stole quick, frightened looks at Ava, as if asking if her gentleness could hold back what prowled outside. Ava swallowed her fear and forced her voice to steady

Before Ryan could say something, Wild took control from him. "I don't know about you, but I can't see her like this anymore," Wild said and made Anika lay down on the ground. He kissed her forehead lovingly. "Seeing my lioness in this condition is the worst thing for me. I always feel like she is mine and wanted to claim her but not in this way... I never thought that I would have to make her mine like this, but I can't see her like this... I don't know if this is right or wrong but all I know at this time is that I just want her to get rid of this pain." Wild said to Ryan who didn't say anything.

Declan's POV I could hear the crackle of fire before I saw it. The night in Axwild Forest was dark, cold, but the glow of flames shimmered through the gaps in the trees, a strange warmth brushing against my skin. My sister’s laughter echoed somewhere near me, light and unguarded, the way it used to be when we were kids. For a moment, I almost believed I was back there, that everything had reset, that life wasn’t the twisted wreck it had become.

He just said I was trying too hard. When wolfsbane burned through me and I begged for help, he didn't cry. He called me disgusting for putting up an act. He said he'd rather my birthday become my death day. Now I was truly dead, but he ended up crying. What was the point? I turned around and drifted toward Moon Goddess' Shrine. Halfway there, I saw Fiona sneaking into the woods behind the shrine.

~vick~ I couldn't take it anymore. The chaos around me was suffocating. As I watched the guys attending to each other's wounds, it felt like the walls were closing in. I slipped out the door, the coolness of the night greeting me as I glanced up at the night sky.