Romans & histoires The Wilds Fanfiction

His green eyes locked onto Dane with predatory focus. “What do you want, Kane?” Dane asked, voice steady despite the spike in his pulse. “Practice is over. Go bother someone else.” Ezra pushed off the lockers and stepped closer. “Oh, I think you’ll want to hear this, Wilder. Or should I say, the guy who can’t even shift on a quiet night in the woods?” Dane’s stomach dropped. “What the hell are you talking about?” “You know exactly what I’m talking about,” Ezra shot back, grin widening. “Last night. I was running the trails after my second-place finish. Heard noises in the clearing. Saw you on your knees, groaning, begging your wolf to come out. It never did.”

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.

She was already slick, her body betrayed by the simple sound of his pleasure. She bit her own wrist to keep from making a sound. She didn't fantasize about the girl. She replaced her. In her mind, it was her body pinned under his weight. It was her legs wrapped around those thick, powerful thighs. She imagined him taking her deep and hard, his voice whispering those filthy, beautiful things into her ear.

She laughed really loud while he left the door open in case she wanted to join him. "SA is really beautiful, babe, imagine how fun it would be if we lived here, especially since it's your favorite place", Adrian said, trying to cajole his wife into agreeing to live in SA with him but she just wasn't having it because she rolled her eyes and sipped her drink louder. "Yeah right", he mumbled under his breath. "Stop it, babe. I'm not ready to move to South Africa with you, I have my career, my friends, my entire life back in lakeside an-"

I have been trying to reprimand him for taking a pic of me while I was unconscious but he is making a mockery of it. We are hiking under the hot sun, don't know why but it isn't fun any longer. We still halfway there and I am already tired but I can't wait to get to the top. Wilder says it is the most beautiful thing he has ever seen, I want to witness it. "Okay fine, I won't take pics of you while you are sleeping." That's not the apology I was looking for but knowing Wilder, that's the only one I am getting. I looked up at him when I heard a few shots, the assholes are taking a pic of me right now, in my sweaty state.

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."

But Mom nodded slowly, clearly knowing what I was thinking. "I have no other choice. And neither do you." She looked away before pinning me with her gaze. "The full force of the storm will hit here, in Wilding Springs. Everywhere else should be safe. For a while." "But not for long." I knew the stories about the Wild, the natural disaster designed to destroy the world when it was time to end, a magical cleansing so nature and the Sidhe could start again. Nothing would remain, no sign of civilization or that we had ever been on earth. There would be nowhere to run or hide, not for me, not for Meira and Sassy.

**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.