The Wilds Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Her sneakers digging into the mud as she moved to chase the dark wolf as he weaved through the trees. Candy knew that if he were in human form, Eli would be cackling as the three of them played tag. She thought for a moment of stripping her clothing so she could shift. That would be wasted time, and as Drake’s voice filled her mind, she realized that she was about to lose the game. “Got you.” His furry body brushed her side as he passed her with a sharp yip.

One hand fisted in her hair, the other reaching under to rub her oversensitive clit. “Come again,” he growled. “I want to feel you milk me.” She did—sobbing into the sheets, squirting hard around him. Only then did he let go—pulling out to paint hot stripes across her ass and back while Jade watched with hooded eyes, fingers lazily circling her own clit. They collapsed in a tangle of limbs, sweat-slick and breathless. After a moment, Jade kissed Lila softly, tasting herself on her lips.

I say, and he smirks. "You sought me out, Adahleene." He tsks, and I freeze. "I didn't. Leave." I say, mind reeling. "Easy," He says, hands crossed, with a persistent smile. "Before you call your sugar daddy, listen to me. I am Wilder, and you did seek me out, Flower. A part of you, your mind recognized it, and falted, seeking me out, hence, here I am." I stare at him, saying nothing, hoping he explains what this is, or I'll scream bloody murder, faster than he can say Flower.

Like it knew something she didn’t. She rubbed her arms, shaking off the thought. She had sat in the living room alone for a while after Elara had left her but she was starting to feel suffocated so she slipped outside when no one noticed, and decided to go out for an evening walk. The Liaison estate was grand, spreading out into well-trimmed gardens before filling out into the wild treeline. Garrick liked to say he kept the wild at bay, but Irvine often thought the wild kept itself alive, waiting, and bidding. Tonight, she wanted to feel it wrap around her.

Mine. When I finally pulled away, it was only to check her face. Her body was relaxed. No tension. Just the rise and fall of her chest pressed against mine. Her eyes opened again, curiosity flickering as she took in her surroundings, the wind kissing her skin. She tilted her head to meet my gaze. “Why are you so damn crazy over me, Marion Whitfield?” she asked, her voice low but sharp, a challenge laced in every word. I smirked. “I’m crazy over you because the woman you are makes me crazy, Wildfire.”

Chase shrugged his shoulder in obviousness. “The man here was busy saving some unknown girl in the woods instead of catching the roamer.” Wilder fumed, and continued, “as your friend, I seriously think that you need to take back control of your Lycan. You dropped the hunt for a random fucking girl out of the blue today.” “Mind your words, Wilder.” “My point is, we were just a few steps away from catching something new.” Wilder seethed, “and we lost it! Now all we can do is either just hope it has disappeared, or prepare for its surprise attack.”

“Think about this… Your life is currently a mess because you feel some kind of undying loyalty to the predator. We could have our family, Wilder, but you choose him over me. Over your soulmate… One way or the other, Daemon is going to die. It doesn't matter if it's Lilian who kills him; then what? What about you? What would you be doing with your life, because I would not wait for you? I gave you four months to think of mating with me, and you have barely three weeks left.” “Hailey… I promise you. When this is all over." He began to say, but I wasn't interested in hearing the same thing over and over again. "When this is all over… When will it be over, Wilder? When? You've been saying that f

The commotion below was coming from Olivia and WIlder with Castor standing by. “Just do it now.” “You don’t have to do this Livie!” “You know that I do! I know you don’t want to talk about it but you know that I have to Wilder!” Wilder doesn’t respond back. He begins to attack Olivia violently and she isn’t even fighting back. I am stunned watching it, feeling my blood boiling. It isn’t until I see his claws extend and slash across her side that a growl escapes my lips. It must be louder than I intend because all their eyes turn toward my window. It isn’t the blood coating the t-shirt that she is wearing or how she is down on her knees on the ground that is breaking my heart. It is the look

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.

They pitied me for years while I planned a future that never existed. Tears blur everything. I trip over a root and fall hard, scraping my knees, but I push up and keep going. The dress tears at the hem. I do not stop to fix it. I just want to disappear. The trees grow thicker here. I realize I have crossed the border into the Wildlands. Neutral territory. Rogues. Dangerous wolves who answer to no pack. Normally that thought would terrify me. Right now it feels like exactly where I belong. Let something out here end this nightmare.