Wild A Book Novels & Stories

Kira led the way, her fur illuminated by the moonlight, and I chased after her, matching her pace. The thrill of the chase, the rhythmic pounding of our paws against the earth, and the crisp night air against our fur created an enchanting symphony of sensations. We darted through the moonlit glades, our wolves revelling in the untamed beauty of the wilderness. The forest embraced us with its ancient whispers, and for a brief moment, the worries of the world seemed to fade away.

She asks she with crossed arms I guess she's right. "My name is Hanna" I decide to tell her as I give in "Hanna Wilder" she says my name which causes my body to feel tingly all over Whoa. What was that? I stand up straighter to try and hide this feeling. My ex-boyfriend never made me feel like that. "Pretty name" she says as she tucks a strand of her black hair behind her ear Her eyes never stray away from mine as she does so.

The next thing I know, I hear a strong dark voice in my head. ‘Hello Zach, I am Kato, your wolf.’ ‘Hello Kato, I am happy to meet you finally. I really need your help.’ ‘I know. We need to find Zara and Sierra.’ ‘Sierra?’ ‘Yes, Zara’s wolf and my sister.’ Wow, Kato's sister is Zara’s wolf. ‘So I am right. She is alive.’ ‘She is. Now, let’s shift so you can rest before we go.’

The aftermath is nothing like Aquina expects. The agony and euphoria of the claiming leave her boneless, skin hypersensitized, every breath scraping raw at the hollow of her throat. Where instinct should have demanded retreat—shame, panic, the urge to barricade herself behind a wall of ice and silence—she finds only quiet. A strange, luminous quiet, like the minute after a lightning strike, when the world holds its breath and nothing dares to move.

Because when another woman wants your man, and he’s too broken to push her away, how far will you go to reclaim your place in his arms? A sinful, scorching tale of lust, betrayal, and the kind of love that ruins you beautifully. CHARACTERS: LEXIE STEVENS The Woman Who Survived Hell and Still Burns with Fire Matalino, matapang, at fiercely devoted. Lexie rebuilt her life from the ruins of betrayal. But behind her strength is a woman haunted by passion, jealousy, and the fear of losing the only man she’s ever truly loved. Sa kabila ng lahat, she craves Ram like a drug—and it’s killing her slowly.

Amid the crisp sound of glasses colliding, I took a sip of the cold beer. The chill slid down my throat, but somehow, it warmed my heart. The road ahead was long, yet there was no reason to look back. Somewhere out there, beyond the horizon, an open wilderness was still waiting for me.

You will also witness the moment her powers first awakened and how fate slowly led her to the wolves… and ultimately to Alpha Ryan. This is the story before the storm the journey that shaped Aria into the woman destiny could not ignore. Thank you for continuing this journey with me. The Author ————————————————————————————— BOOK 2 Twenty-five years before Aria Wilder ever opened her eyes to the world, the lands of Wood Mountain were already trembling under a prophecy that most believed was nothing more than an old wives’ tale. The five kingdoms that ruled the mountain lands had existed in uneasy balance for centuries. Packs of wolves governed the forests, witches controlled the northern valle

what was happening to me. He then called me over to a couch and we sat there, it was a minute of silence until he decided to break it by saying, “so you white furred huh?” All I said was and yes, and he said, “you know white fur werewolves are very rare, even rarer than the golden furred ones” okay that was something I didn’t know. There was silence again until Preston said, “can I take you somewhere?” I nodded and he brought me out of the warehouse, only to lead me to this beautiful lake and by the it was dawn and there were this beautiful flock of swans and flamingos and couple of ducks, it was an incredible view.

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:

The air felt heavier now, as if it carried more than moisture—something invisible and watching. His backpack lay half-buried in the sand, soaked but intact. He fished out the leather-bound notebook he’d carried everywhere since he was thirteen—the one with the stories, the nightmares, the dreams he could never fully explain. Inside were drawings of forests that bled, oceans that whispered, and a woman with hollow eyes and hands covered in roots. He had drawn her before he ever heard of WildWood. Before he heard the name Emily. Before he knew that she was family.