Wendell And Wild Book Novels & Stories

Outside, the wind whispered through the trees, carrying secrets older than the town itself. Together, Elias and Maris began to unravel the tangled legacy of WildWood — a legacy that would challenge everything they thought they knew about their families, their town, and the ancient darkness waiting just beneath the surface. ———— Elias pulled up a creaking chair and motioned for Maris to sit across from him. The fading light through the dusty window cast long shadows across the worn journal, their faces half-lit and half-hidden by the gathering dusk.

Tank After dinner I threw out the styrofoam containers and Lilly and I took Harley out for a walk in the backyard. The sun was just starting to set, painting the sky in oranges, pinks, purples and light shades of blue. I described it all for Lilly. From the fluffy clouds to the sinking sun. Before Lilly lost her vision I had never given thought to simple things like sunsets. Or the feel of a blanket. Or the smell of flowers. But every day with Lilly is a new adventure. Learning new things together and appreciating old things that I took for granted. I wish that it hadn’t taken Lilly’s accident to wake me up. But I am happy I am now. I made a vow to myself not to waste a single day with my gi

And that smile remained when she turned to the young man. “He gave me a ring,” she said, then laughed softly. A beautiful smile tore from Mama Cecille’s lips. “I’m happy for the both of you. Anyway, come on here already and have dinner,” she said, then led the way to go back to the kitchen. "Does your wedding have a date yet?" Mama Cecille said while having dinner. "So far, Mama, there isn’t yet. We'll just talk about all the details," Lana replied as she started to put rice on Andrew's plate.

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When every available soldier would be involved in the search? His jaw hardened as he gazed around his crumbling keep. For eight years he’d struggled to keep his clan alive and strong. The Woods name had always been synonymous with power and pride. Eight years ago they’d withstood a crippling attack. Betrayed by the woman Caleb loved. Edward’s father and young wife had been killed, their child surviving only because he’d been hidden by one of the servants. Almost nothing had been left when he and his brothers had returned. Just a hulking mass of ruins, his people scattered to the winds, his army nearly decimated.

She may have let herself slip last night and allowed herself to share Ram Jordan’s bed—but she had no intention of doing the same tonight. She was beaming at the thought of reuniting with her cousin Claire, and she was pleased to know that even Claire hadn’t given up searching for her. And even more so, she felt pleased knowing that Ram Jordan, despite everything that happened between them, had never given up on her either. Although it still wasn’t clear how he truly felt, Lexie could no longer deny that she was still hoping… hoping for the best. There’s nothing wrong with hoping, right? Lexie jumped in surprise the moment she entered her room and saw Ram Jordan lying on her bed, flipping th

We’d been outmaneuvered on a battlefield we’d chosen, and it stung. The next morning, a package arrived for me. Heavy, flat. Inside was a book: The Odyssey, a beautiful, leather-bound vintage edition. A notecard was tucked inside. Gwen – A hero’s journey is defined by the monsters faced, but also by the home they return to. Sometimes, the most radical act is not to fight the new monster, but to tend the hearth the old ones tried to extinguish. The Tidewater Trail is a far more interesting story. I’ve instructed our foundation to proceed with the endowment. Build it well. – Eleanor Vance

she whispered. The little nightlight shaped like a swan glowed dimly by his bedside, casting a soft golden light across his tiny form. He lay there, tangled in his blankets, his small chest rising too fast. Rose’s heart stilled. She moved closer, her voice breaking into a trembling whisper. “Sweetheart…?” Her hand brushed against his cheek, and the world stopped. He was burning. Her son’s skin felt like fire under her touch. His lashes fluttered weakly, a faint whimper escaping his lips as his small hands clenched the sheets.

Fortune smiled upon them, for in the very moment they were carried away by the relentless current, fate had arranged for a first aid kit to be within their grasp. With this small but invaluable resource, they managed to eke out a meager existence amidst their newfound isolation, while their would-be saviors tirelessly scoured the surroundings in search of their whereabouts. The survival skills she learned from her brothers allowed her to start a fire. With heartfelt gratitude, she expressed her thanks to them for imparting this invaluable knowledge. Otherwise, she'll be just like every other woman and whine and complain about everything. She finds herself confined, unable to venture far, for

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: