The Wilds Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“Sandra…” “Nope. I’m serious. You promise me or I’ll do something crazy,” she warned, her eyes fiery. “What’re you gonna do?” Marc asked, chuckling as his hands playfully tickled her waist. “Ahh! Stop! That tickles!” she shrieked, squirming in his arms like a wild little creature. Marc laughed, holding her close, basking in the beauty of the moment. Their eyes drifted to the star-studded night sky outside the window, their naked bodies tangled together under the covers.

"Maybe I just wanted whiskey." "You hate whiskey." He stopped in front of her, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. "Talk to me." She wanted to lean into his touch. She wanted to let him pull her inside and make love to her until she forgot about photographs and blondes and Monte Carlo. But the image was burned into her mind now, and she couldn't shake it. "Who is Celeste?" she asked. Drake's hand froze against her ear. The silence stretched between them, thick and suffocating. She watched his face cycle through emotions she couldn't name. Surprise. Guilt. Something that looked almost like pain.

They waited for both their souls to return as they felt they have left, and they shared a pure joy that binds them invisibly. "You can't go back on your words." Nina reminded Boaz. "And you can't either," he argued defensively. Too scared of her changing her mind. But then he saw she was happy with him as he was with her. "I never thought I would ever have the luxury to enjoy such pleasure in life," Nina confessed. "Why so?" Boaz asked as he wrapped her in his warm embrace. He was going to say what she just said. "I always thought I can never handle myself and be wild, disgustingly wild, but I realized you are wilder than me," she chuckled as she playfully slapped his chest where her hands w

Her eyes, once a soft shade of blue, now bore the fiery intensity of an untamed beast. Together, they stood beneath the ancient oak tree, their wolves basking in the moonlight, painting streaks of silver through the darkness. With a shared understanding, they leaped forward, their paws thudding rhythmically against the forest floor. The wind whipped through their fur, caressing their untethered spirits, as they became one with the forest, with the night, with the wild.

“Wei spotted. He has four men with him. One car only. Two minutes.” Saint clenched his jaw and glanced at Hudson. “Don’t go off the rails too soon.” “Worry about getting the right information from him and I’ll keep myself in check,” he said. “I make no such fucking promises,” Wilder said, his eyes looking feral. “But while we wait for him, why doesn’t Pinocchio masturbate?” I grinned and glanced at him. “Why not, Wilder?” “Forest fires,” he said, threw his head back and laughed loudly. “You know, wood on wood.”

Leaves and twigs crushed beneath his weight as he sprinted through the underbrush, the wildness of the wilderness matching the untamed fury in his heart. As he raced deeper into the woods, memories of the encounter with Alpha Drake and Amanda, coupled with what happened at Jane's home tore at William's heart. He had heard stories of lone wolves seeking solace in the embrace of nature, finding peace amidst the untamed beauty of the forest. In his anger and confusion, he hoped that the wilderness would grant him the clarity he so desperately needed.

“So, riding in a Mustang now?” Lexie rolled her eyes and pulled her inside. “We’ll talk later,” she said, heading toward the building. “So, you and the hot Ram? You two do it?” Claire asked in disbelief. “No, of course not! We almost did, but he’s way too soft. He treats me like a kid, Claire. He doesn’t want to take advantage of me. First base, I think, but honestly, I don’t need to tell you that. The point is, I’m running out of time! Rafael and Amanda are getting married on Sunday, and nothing’s happening! I think Ram enjoys flirting more than actually having sex!”

" Yes you're right there, she has no right to do such and is just a nobody but don't forget that the Alpha of Crimson pack is a mad Alpha, he would do anything just to get under the skirt of a woman." Yeah he's right, Silver is quite right in what he just said. The Alpha of Crimson pack can do anything for a woman, mostly a very beautiful one. My wolf got angry immediately at the thought of the Alpha of Crimson pack touching Petal. The image of the both of them under a duvet making love, got me really angry and I didn't even know when I broke the mirror in my room. "Ansel, are you okay?" The voice of my mother brought me back from my imagination.

"Open your eyes and look around! This is Ironspike! You've been leeching off our pack for years. You're nothing but a mutt left behind by a runaway she-wolf. How do you have the audacity to act like you own the place?!" Wilda's face was twisted in a vicious scowl. Surrounded by the daughters of a few gammas, she loomed over my dripping, pathetic form, barking out the most vile insults imaginable. I sat slumped on the freezing grass. My brain flashed with waves of blinding static, a combination of oxygen deprivation and my worsening disease. Lizzie let out a hollow, numb whimper in the back of my mind. "You're all worked up..." I reached up, slowly brushing the dripping wet hair from my foreh

Still, Kael would worry about her every second she was gone. While we ate, they explained what a null really was. The more they talked, the more it clicked. “That explains a lot,” I said slowly. “Why so many different creatures survive here on the High Wilds. Outside, wolves are always watching themselves. Always hiding. Always thinking about rank, rules, power.” I looked around the room. “That exists here too, but it doesn’t control everything. This place is rougher. Wilder. Closer to the land.” Mireya studied my face. Her mouth twitched. “You like it.”