The Wilds Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Get away for awhile? Tessa bolts through the door beneath Ian, and once outside, flutters silvery dragonfly wings and sails over the courtyard wall. With a dainty bound, I follow, clearing the fence easily. Surrendering myself to my wolf half, I dash through the moonlit forest, my great black wolf mate at my side. *The End* Author's Note:

He nipped his way up my neck until he reached my ear and whispered, “You’re bad, Brenda. You’re bad and I fucking love it.” “I prefer wild,” I breathed out, finishing on a moan. “You’re bad and you’re wild.” He picked up his pace. “You’re my wild, tempting bitch. Don’t go soft on me.” I laughed, my fists clenching above my head. “Never.” And when I cummed, it was hard and it was wild.

They had ventured into the wilderness as acquaintances, but they were returning as something more, something undefined, yet undeniable. The forest had been a waltz, a dance of discovery, connection, and understanding. They had been guided by the wisdom of the wild, the stories of the werewolves, and the honesty of their hearts. In the wilderness, they had found each other, two souls intertwined by a shared journey, a shared vision, and a shared promise. Silas had shown Raven a world she never knew existed, and in doing so, he had revealed parts of himself that he had never shared before.

I complained. "Teressa is Alpha Wilder's destined mate! And I'm just doing my job as a mother; that's why I always remind you to know your limits, right ?" Finally, the day came; Teressa had just turned 18 and had done her best shifter for the first time. She found her mate, and it was my husband's Alpha Wilder. I knew that Wilder would dump me, but once I faced the reality, it really hurt. I'm not as strong as I imagined.

Wild Addiction volume 2. I never knew true addiction until I met her. I never truly understood what it is to crave, mind, body, and soul—until nothing mattered but fulfilling that craving. Until the only thing that mattered was easing the hollow space inside me. It was there whenever we’re apart. Like a dark hole, it lingered, intensifying until my mind was full of dark spots. Until my mind was full of easy curves, bare before me. Until my desires reflected her, bending at the waist, her pert, little arse in the air, colored red by my palm, the outline of my fingers visible against her pale skin.

I looked over at Izaac, he was looking at the scenery in front of us. It’s in the middle of a forest, there was a waterfall now covered in ice. The sun has already fallen on the horizon with hues of pink and red painted up the sky. The thick snow became a blanket to the ground. Dead trees were decorated with snow and ice spikes. It was breathtaking. “How do you do this?” I asked, never taking my sight from the wintery forest. I could feel Izaac shifting his position, leaning back on the roof. “I don’t know, I just do it. I simply create the scene in my mind and it happens, like I’m just changing a TV channel. Look at this,” He raised his hand and snapped his finger.

She asks she with crossed arms I guess she's right. "My name is Hanna" I decide to tell her as I give in "Hanna Wilder" she says my name which causes my body to feel tingly all over Whoa. What was that? I stand up straighter to try and hide this feeling. My ex-boyfriend never made me feel like that. "Pretty name" she says as she tucks a strand of her black hair behind her ear Her eyes never stray away from mine as she does so.

My eyes flew open, and I found myself surrounded by two massive wolves—one pure white, the other solid black. Panic surged through me for a moment, but it was quickly replaced by a strange calm as memories of the night before flooded back. The wolves in the campground, the intense connection, the... transformation. Xander and Kane. The things we did, the pleasure we shared. It was all so surreal, yet I couldn't deny the reality of it.

“I don’t know. But I’m going to burn through all of them if I have to.” The car fell into silence again. But this time, it wasn’t empty. It was full. Of rage. Of truth. Of something starting to shift between us that had nothing to do with fate and everything to do with choice. We reached the Wildlands just before sunrise. Here, the air was colder. Quieter. And untrue. Maximus stepped ahead of me, scanning the trees with practiced calm. Leif moved in behind, senses on full alert. Maximus stated, "This is where she was last seen." I stepped forward.

The ground split open, flames bursting upward, consuming the ruins, the sky, everything. I stood in the center of the blaze, smoke rising off my skin. Magnus and Kaela stumbled back, shielding themselves. My power wasn’t just wolf anymore—it was something else. Something wild. Ember’s fire and my blood had merged, and the world shook because of it. I could feel her presence, so close I could almost touch her. Then the flames twisted, dimmed, and out of the smoke—she walked out. My heart stopped.