Wild A Book Novels & Stories

I took a few deep breaths before facing the girl in front of me. "Alexis, stop talking like that. Do you know what it means to be a wild wolf? Wild wolves are those who are not bound to any pack. They don't belong to any group," I said, shaking my head at her almost closed eyes. When I took her hand, she surprised me by slapping my hand away. "Why..." I started to ask, but my words were cut off when she began to speak. "I know what a wild dog is, you fool! That's because I am a wild dog! I left the Black Mist pack. And that's not all. I rejected my mate. Now tell me, am I wrong?" she said, her words echoing in my ears.

I smiled and nodded. "Give me a minute; I'll be right back." She gave me the book and went away. I searched through the colorful book for more pictures until they were through while waiting for her to return. Soon I started on another book in the box. Unfortunately, most of the books were just words, and I could not read them yet. As I was about to give up searching for more books with pictures, I found one. I opened it, and I was surprised to see what it was all about. I couldn't read, but the picture of a white wolf with the same marking as mine allowed me to know that this book was not any ordinary book. It was a book about my pack, The River Pack Members. Why did Madison have a book abou

After saying her prayers, she left the window side and tried reading some books to shift her mind off everything going on at that moment. She opened the drawer of the bedside table, and took out a book titled 'The Ascendants Of The White Phoenix.' It was a book about the creation of the white phoenix pack and the past Alphas who had ruled the pack. Vanessa was so invested in the book that it made her eyes glued to the pages of the book for hours.

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.

We never went back to normal, and honestly, none of us wanted to. That wild night changed us all. Some secrets don’t destroy you, they open doors you never knew existed. The End

I guess those porno books she read taught her something. That’s right. I knew all about the steamy little books she delved into. Sweet little Violet had no clue how close she was, and in her ignorance, managed to say the one thing that would send me straight off the edge. “What about your wolf, Hael. Doesn’t he want me?” Every animal instinct I had that had once lay dormant now flared to life, each one awakening the next. Before I could blink a wildfire had broken out and my control slipped, fluttering in the breeze and carried away with each sizzling ember.

Unknown Alpha Alastor walked out of my office and closed the doors. I leaned back in my chair with my eyes closed. When was the last time a pack was hit this hard? When werewolves were not in a pack and let their wolves take over for too long, they became feral. Unfortunately, in the mountains, there were more feral rogues than regular rogues. The gift and curses of nature. The danger hiding behind the beauty. Why the fire, though? I would get to the bottom of this. One way or another.

I will have to be careful since there are wide rogues outside the pack who would or might hurt me. Since I'm the Alpha, I doubt if any of the rogues will be able to defeat me. A lot of thoughts were still running through my mind while I felt the aura from the atmosphere turning into a dreadful one. Those scents weren't from one but much like six of them. A black wolf charged at me at a great speed that I didn't have time to dodge. I flipped through the air with my back dashing hard against a huge oak tree. I whimpered, with my eyes turning from its blue color to golden. The cloth on my body was ripping off while fur start to emanate from my skin.

Little did I know, the spark was about to become a raging inferno, courtesy of something far beyond the mortal realm. It started on a rainy Friday night. I’d come home exhausted from a long week, my blouse clinging to my skin from the downpour outside. I kicked off my heels, letting them thud against the hardwood floor, and poured myself a glass of merlot. The apartment felt emptier than usual; my last girlfriend had left months ago, citing my “workaholic tendencies” as the reason. Truth be told, I missed the warmth of a body next to mine, the soft curves and whispered promises in the dark. To distract myself, I rummaged through the old box of junk in my closet— relics from my rebellious pha

**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.