The Wilds Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Like a ghost that had haunted me and then vanished into thin air. Eyeing the street, my heart seemed aflame. It wasn't just beating, it was burning. It was urging me to move, to run wildly forward, even though I didn't know where I was going. I didn't understand why I was doing this. Why was I chasing the man who had bought me? Why was I running after the beast who had taken my innocence? All I knew was that the feeling was so profound, so deep in my bones, that it made me want to cry. It made me want to keep running non-stop, refusing to halt until I found the scent of cedar and wild fur again.

“It doesn’t, child. Forever means we keep choosing.” Tare kicked dust. “But I’m tired of other people’s pain. I want my own sky.” That night, his moon pulsed red. Not from choice. From anger. He ran. Out of the Circle city. Past the buried stones that said *CHOOSE*. Past the gardens. Into the Wildlands where no wolves had gone in 500 years. The Wildlands were forbidden. Not by law. By memory. This was where the last temple of “one moon” crumbled. Where wolves once lived without choice.

Whatever lingered beyond the trees remained there, distant and cold, but it no longer pressed against her senses. “I don’t like that something out there wants me tense,” Elora muttered. Briar’s mouth curved faintly. “Neither do I.” Silence settled between them, not empty, but watchful. After a moment, Briar spoke again. “There’s something else.” Elora stiffened, then caught herself and forced the reaction down. “Okay.” “When the Wilds pushed back just now,” Briar said, “it wasn’t only shielding us. It felt like… preparation.”

"Hmm. And guess what? When you pushed me away, I didn’t feel disappointed. But the message I received from Wild made me disappointed." "Maybe this is a sign that you’ve moved on." "I don’t know whether this is a good thing or a bad thing. Because I moved on from you to him, only to lose him at the end." "What do you mean?" "I’m sharing this with you because you won’t scold me because if I share this with anyone in my family, then they will kick my ass first and then apply for medicine later. Actually, Wild and I were in an on-and-off type of casual relationship. Whenever he used to admit any of his feelings, I used to run away like a coward."

"Oh god, you're so wild! It's wonderful, Andrew. Don't stop!" Rhyza's seemingly insane scream as he claimed her forcefully. “Fuck baby, you're the best! Shit! You’re so fucking shit!” she continued, accompanied by his rapid plunge into her slit. Andrew didn't speak; instead, he took one of Rhyza's legs and lifted it. He then proceeded to claim her in a sideways manner. "Say my name; I want you to say it!" he ordered, then suddenly entered his girlfriend's femininity again.

Our ragged gasps mingled with the sound of the waterfall as we both reached our peak together, our bodies trembling violently, our joint, echoing climax shattering the secluded peace of the paradise. "Whatever happened to ‘no public encounters’?" Ram asked, still panting, his forehead resting against mine, his body heavy and perfect, still buried deep inside. I smirked, wrapping my arms around his neck. "Did I ever say that?" He chuckled, the vibration resonating through me. I playfully bit my lip and teased, "What if someone saw us?" His eyes darkened with pure mischief, a flash of undeniable excitement. "Then that just means we had an unforgettable moment in the water, makes it even more t

“If you don’t know why should he? Blessed? He is just trying to learn who he is now, he has no wolf, He has no pack, he has lost everything, he lost his mate more than once.” “He could have had everything if he’d done things differently. If he would have had some faith in me.” I take a deep breath and sink onto the hard bench and look around the empty gym that I was just training in privately with Olivia. Olivia stops and stands right in front of me. “I want you to listen to me, good Spencer and don’t interrupt. I know better than anyone that my brother can be annoying and a bit of an asshole but you're not looking at the big picture.” I look at her questioningly. “Wilder wasn’t born as a go

He slammed into her with a low grunt and started to thrust hard and fast. The woman beneath them lay helpless, her moans barely audible. They were rough with her, and dark bruises lined her entire body. The man who just climaxed whipped her head to the side and sunk his fangs into her neck. Gwendolyn's stomach twisted as she realized another thing. These Wildings weren't just feeding. They were mating. She had walked into a demon's mating area. She had to leave before they noticed her. They were so engrossed that they didn't notice her presence for more than several minutes.

Even Hadrian goes still beside the fire, his lion eyes watchful. “They told me the Wilds are dying,” I continue. “The walls between man and beast are breaking. If I don’t seal the bonds, all of them, we’ll all fall. The Games, the kingdoms, everything.” A heavy silence follows. The only sound is the crackle of the fire and the drip of water from the cave ceiling. Fenrick breaks it first, whistling low. “Well, that’s cheerful.” Nythor sets down his pan carefully. “It makes sense. The old stories always said the balance would return through the bound witch. The Wilds marked you for a reason.”

she whispered, withdrawing. But it wasn’t revulsion she felt. It was… kinship. WildWood was no longer trying to kill her. It was trying to become her. ⸻ Visions in the Fog That night, Emily camped beneath an arch of roots in a hollow that smelled of rain and rotting iron. She didn’t sleep. Instead, her dreams came anyway—while her eyes were open. She saw Drift, reaching toward the ocean, only to be yanked back by something unseen—dragged through sand and into something like coral and bone.