The Wilds Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“It’s changed. The pecan waffles—it’s still there, but… sharper. Wilder.” I frowned, confusion flickering through me. “What does that mean?” He didn’t answer. Not directly. Instead, he took my hand firmly. “Then let’s run. Together.” The forest welcomed us with open arms. I let Skadii, my lycan, rise, the shift surging through me until fur stretched over muscle, and my paws struck the earth with thunderous joy. Skadii howled to the moon, her voice rich and wild, and the wind kissed her silver-and-onyx coat as we bounded between trees.

Because of what’s coming… she’ll have to survive it alone. The Choosing is what the old ones called it. A night when wolves not born but forged with something older were tested. And if the Wilds found them lacking, it destroyed them. But not tonight. Not her. The Wilds will not take what they tried to break. I’ll make damn sure she survives. Lira (POV) It starts in my ribs. A single pop like a joint snapping too far, and then all the rest comes loose. My back arches hard, pain slashing down my spine like a whip. My fingers claw at the ground, nails tearing as I try to anchor myself. The tether between Kael and me tightens violently as heat flares through it like it’s alive.

“Daddy told us. That’s what being W.I.L.D. really is. We don’t stop loving, even when it’s scary. We don’t stop fighting, even when it hurts.” Kael leaned forward, looking at each of them with eyes that seemed too old for his years. “If we stay together, if we love each other, we can win. We will win.” Serenya smiled to herself knowing that Cheyenne had told her differently what it meant to be W.I.L.D. but she wasn’t about to discredit both Jax and the twins in front of everyone. It can mean different things to different people. Solana reminded her. The silence that followed wasn’t empty—it thrummed with the pulse of something greater, something ancient. Serenya felt it before anyone else, a

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.

She has never felt more claimed, or more free. The dragons follow her over the edge one by one—Draven first, his release scorching inside her as he throws back his head with a primal roar. Kael follows, lightning crackling between his teeth as he empties himself with a growl that makes the windows rattle. Rion is last, his cool seed a blessed relief inside her overheated body as frost patterns spiral across the ceiling above them.

And all she could think about as she stared at the rain was the bleak, hurt look in the Jacob's eyes. Oh, get over yourself, she thought. She sank deeper into the water until her nose kissed the stream surface. It was her own fault, and she knew it. Ever since she met the guy, she'd been acting like a hysterical harpy. She knew that he was her mate, she feel the bond, her wolf call him mine the first day she met him, she can't resist it and she still forght him and right now she was hurting herself, and also him, since he couldn't take it from her anymore, Predictably enough, he'd gotten sick of it and left. End of story. What point was there in beating a dead horse?

Kayla's Pov: So let me tell you a little about myself: For as long as I can remember I have been alone, it has its benefits but mostly it can be so dam lonely, do not get me wrong I love living in the woods I feel so free, and I'm not one of them horses that are so proud of them self although I know I am something worth looking at, but Sadler that is not a good thing as it mean I attract so much attention to myself which I do not need or want. I do sometimes miss being with other horses as I often see wild mustangs passing by, but life goes by and as soon as I turn 17, I am meant to find my mate! I have no idea on what to do the only other shifters around here are werewolves, the pack 'midn

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.

Without warning, I bolted forward, my legs carrying me towards the open expanse of the forest. "Ariana, wait!" I heard Lucas's voice, tinged with urgency, but I couldn't stop myself. The sensation of running through the forest, the wind rustling through my fur, was exhilarating and freeing. The moon's silvery glow seemed to guide my path, and I felt an unexplainable connection to the wilderness around me. As I sprinted through the trees, I caught glimpses of Lucas behind me, his own transformation complete. He had turned into a magnificent red wolf.

* Regina * I felt the forest mourn with me the moment Alpha Archer crossed the border and the bond stretched thin and aching between us. The Wilds, no, my Wilds, shifted around me, wolves emerging from the trees, from the shadows, from the half-burned remnants of what had once been called the Rogue camp. They waited for me. Not for permission but for my direction.