Where The Wild Things Are Novels & Stories

Now all I knew were the basics and that wasn't helpful at all. If only I wasn't running out of options... And if only the weird transferee wasn't my now bestest friend, Jessy, who didn't want to talk about it anymore. Wild Oaks was a town surrounded by woods which no one dared to enter without permission. They said trespassers who attempted to sneak in never got out of the woods anymore. If that's true, I would never know.

My phone buzzed and I retrieved my phone from my pocket and saw another notification. It was from Matilda again. It read: "This meeting is beginning to give me the creeps and I can't wait to leave. Meet me at the wild house in 30 minutes." I smiled as I read the text. The 'wild house' is the name we gave to our meeting spot in the forest. Matilda and I have an uncommitted sexual relationship that has lasted for three years and since we're yet to meet our respective mates, we just had fun with each other, exploring our sexual fantasies while maintaining our friendship.

They couldn't bear it, nor could they stand the vast crowds. They didn't want to be bothered by bats as black as a top hat, so they stopped lighting fires and sat and napped in the vast frightening darkness. "Does this wretched woodland have no end?" said Ithildin. “You’re just a fearful old man, Ithildin.” And suddenly Ithildin poked Are’s head making the children almost laugh but they’re trying not to.

“I say we run.” The beast was almost upon them when the two giant sized women abandoned their prize and ran as fast and as far away as their powerful thighs would carry them. Still bound to the travois, Ari could do nothing as a giant sized wild pig emerged from the exceptionally large shrubbery. Was everything in center earth enormous? Just like, when she was standing near many of the plants, she felt like she was next to a tree from the surface, she was sure that, had she been standing next to the beast, she would have had a difficult time seeing over the top of its back.

The chase became a dance between the human and the untamed, a journey that blurred the lines of reality and the mystical. Through the twists and turns of the ancient woodland, Drew followed the white wolf. The rhythmic patter of paws on soil became a symphony of the wild, and the moonlit trail led them deeper into the heart of the forest—a realm where the boundaries between the ordinary and the extraordinary dissolved in the silver glow of the night.

Lexie’s eyes widened at his question, and she quickly turned to look at him as if saying "Are you serious?" Ram then smiled at her playfully and said— “I am.” A few moments later, Lexie smiled as well. Without another word, she grabbed his hand and led him down a winding path, ignoring his mischievous chuckle. “I can hear the waterfall.” Ram whispered excitedly, making her giggle. “Yes, we’re almost there.” She said, smiling as she heard the sound of rushing water and birds chirping. A few more steps, and they were greeted by a breathtaking paradise.

He responded to my words correctly. “You have to meet the giraffe. You will believe me later but can’t see the giraffe and other animals now. I will take you to the wild forest, where the animals live when you are 5 years old.” I promised Alaric, which I had planned even before Alaric was born. Alaric looked happy, maybe because he knew what “meet” meant. “Do you want to see the warrior wolves practice?” I put the truck in front of Alaric, and his tiny hands immediately moved the truck back and forth. “Rebecca said you like wolves.”

Riley’s POV The warehouse stood like a jagged tooth against the gray sky. It smelled of rust, salt, and impending death. I looked at the nine girls standing around me. We were the "Wild Cats," the lethal weapons of the Triplets. But today, I didn't want to be a weapon. I wanted to be free. I checked my belt. My pistol was heavy. I felt the cold handle of the knife hidden in my pocket. It pressed against my thigh, a sharp reminder of the world I lived in.

It wasn’t always like this. WildWood was once just a quiet, peaceful forest, nestled on the edge of a small, isolated town in Terrell. The land had long been sacred to the indigenous tribes that once lived there, revered for its beauty and tranquility. They spoke of spirits, of ancient forces that resided within the trees, but these were merely stories — tales meant to keep children close to home, out of the dark places of the woods.

"I found this near the edge of the forest. It doesn't belong to anyone I know." Aria's fingers brushed over the fabric, a frown tugging at her lips. "This fabric is not from our realm. It's foreign, as if someone or something from outside the Enchanted Realm is involved." Eamon nodded, his expression serious. "I've also heard whispers among the animals. They speak of a presence, a darkness that lurks at the fringes of the forest." Elden's eyes narrowed. "Then it's settled. We make for the Whispering Grove."