Where The Wild Things Are Novels & Stories

Wilder asked, "no, I'm going to pet it" "No come on not with the broom" he sighed about to walk towards him but Malik started to scream. "ITS UNDER THE OTHER COUCH!!" He jumped on Wilder’s back. 'Not again!' Wilder sighed knowing the drill of what to do. He wrapped his hands under his thighs so he wouldn't fall. "KILL IT KILL IT!!" Miles shouted pointing at it. 'Poor rat, it's probably more terrified than them' 'God! How does he hold me so easily? And why isn't he startled ?"

Kara The sound came again, warning and snapping us back to conscious reality. Before we could move, a wild boar emerged from the jungle, its tusks gleaming, eyes wild. It snorted, charging toward us across the sand. “Run!” Adam yelled, scrambling to his feet. Thea grabbed my hand, yanking me up. “Kara, move!”

But today, I was determined to win them over. I gathered the pups in the clearing, their curious eyes following my every move. The clearing was a sun-dappled expanse of grass and wildflowers, surrounded by towering trees that whispered secrets in the breeze. The youngest pup, barely able to toddle, clung to the hand of an older sibling, while the eldest stood with their arms crossed, a curious eyebrow raised. Their expressions were a mix of boredom, curiosity, and suspicion, a challenge I was eager to tackle.

**The Wild Wolves** Aria meandered through the lush, vibrant forest, a world alive with an intricate tapestry of sights, sounds, and scents. Each step enveloped her in the rich aroma of damp earth and blooming wildflowers, the vibrant hues of greens and browns intertwining like an artist's brushstrokes across the landscape. Having spent the past few weeks in this enchanted new home amidst the towering, ancient trees and dappled sunlight, she had cultivated a deep affection for the tranquility and solace the wilderness offered—a cherished escape from the chaotic clamor of her former life.

The smell of wet forest after a long rain and sun heated honey, wakes me from my sleep. I don’t know how many times I’ve tried to escape by now, but nothing I do seems to work. More and more wolves are going missing, if Tam’s growing hysteria is anything to go by.

Please don’t chase me. The dog tilted its head, as if it could actually hear my silent panic. It stared for a few tense seconds... then, just like that, it flopped back down and looked away, completely uninterested. I almost cried in relief. “Thank you,” I whispered under my breath, barely audible. And after what felt like a full hour—but was probably only thirty seconds—they let me pass. I let out a shaky breath. “Thank God,” I muttered, picking up my pace just a little.

The moon hung high in the sky, casting an eerie glow across the forest as Clara, Ashani, Isla, and Emily made their way deeper into the heart of WildWood. The air was thick with a strange stillness, an unsettling silence that seemed to echo in the absence of the usual nocturnal sounds. There were no crickets, no rustling leaves, no hoots from owls. It was as if the forest itself was waiting—waiting for something.

United by a shared vision, they embarked on a journey that would defy the boundaries of possibility. With unwavering determination, they set out to forge sanctuaries, havens of solace where every being could flourish. No longer would the shackles of fear and misunderstanding bind them, for they were the architects of a new era, a realm where compassion reigned supreme. Their hearts ablaze with a fervent passion, In the depths of the ancient forest, a pack of majestic wolves stood tall, their eyes gleaming with an untamed fire. As the moon cast its ethereal glow upon the wilderness, a harmonious chorus of howls erupted from their powerful jaws.

However, we are wild beings, with an insane hunger and need for freedom, it is imposible to cage us, we are the definition of wild, trying to supress our wolves has never ended well for us, It could be like a split personality, the wolf in us, it takes time to merge, it gets harder and painful if we try to supress it, and unlike myths, we do not need to kill to activate it, because contrary to popular belief, it is not a curse, but a gift, a blessing. "Hi," I hear, and turn my gaze to the person, I see a young woman. "Hello." I smile at her, her eyes widening. "Hi," She smiles, then chuckles with embarassment at her repetition, I just stare at her with renewed interest, waiting as she ges he

Third Person The wilderness's untamed beauty embraced the expansive territory of the Raven Claw Pack. As Chassy and Xander approached the pack's heartland, towering ancient trees stood sentinel, their branches intertwined to create a verdant canopy that filtered the dappled sunlight. A gentle breeze carried the earthy scent of pine, mingling with the sweet fragrance of wildflowers that adorned the forest floor.