Wild A Book Novels & Stories

It wasn’t every day I got to see the Savage himself at one of these races. I tilted my head skyward, spotting rows upon rows of werewolves lining the rooftops of the buildings–the onyx sky dappled with the brilliant glow of their eyes. It was a kaleidoscope of color as they peered around, leaving warped, mystical shapes in their wake. My attention snagged toward a woman standing a few people to our left, raising her candy-red blouse and flashed her chest toward the bikers. Her shrill voice carried over the crowd despite the noise as she shouted, “Savage! Hey Savage! Look here, baby!”

Sometimes I accidentally disturbed some of the wildlife, but I tried not to get in way of anything. With every step, I keep my senses completely open. Listening for any movement around me, watching for everything, or a whiff of a scent. It was quiet and the forest seemed almost mystical. Usually, there was a wide open space that everything spread out. From the trees, to the foliage, to even the bugs and wildlife, everything was so much more condensed here.

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.

As children Dyce and I were told not to engage with the “wild ones' ' who supported themselves without the need for “royal civility'. Those people were aimless wanderers who did nothing but take. When they saved me, I didn’t see my rescue quite so clearly. I was angry and took it out on them. I had lost my family and my home. All that I had known in my twelve years of life was ripped from me before I had time to even blink. They were patient with me and gave me time to learn to love and trust them. I consider them an extension of my family now. For years after I was taught the life of the wild ones, a name the people of the land found very endearing, how they lived in unison with the land. T

In a flash of an eye all three of them were dire wolves running through the woods, wild, free. Not for long, Pearl knew she needed to go back to the mortal realm and save Ethan. END OF BOOK 1

All four alone together in the woods for six weeks of scorching summer days and steamy, dark nights. Ebony’s Pack: Fated to the Ranger Wolves A Stand Alone Story and Sequel to Poor Unfortunate Wolf This concludes the Poor Unfortunate Wolf by Klaira Blains. If you would like to read more novels by her. Search Klaira Blains on the GoodNovel app for a complete listing of her novels. Or visit her author website www.klairablainsauthor.com Don’t forget to leave a gem or two and a friendly comment about the book. I hope you have enjoyed it as much as I did writing it.

I made my way to a section of the library I had never ventured to; the history section. I scanned the titles on each of the books until I finally saw one that had what I was looking for. ‘The white wolves: an extinct species' the cover read and I pulled it out. I settled on the floor, ignoring the dust which immediately clung to my clothes as I pulled the book open. The door burst open and I gasped as I turned to the intruder. “What do you think you are doing here?” Silas asked with blazing eyes and I gulped. He stared from the book in my hand to me and I wondered what explanation I would give to possibly come out of this situation unscathed.

He won’t be caged again. My magic erupts out of me with a loud, pain filled scream, that drops me to my knees. The ground beneath me ripples as my magic burst free, my new forest friend rising to my aide. Shadows dance and take shape as they burst from the woods, grabbing wolves and throwing them away from us. Roots snap out of the ground like spears, launching themselves toward the wolves who hadn’t moved closer. Several wolves are flung away, vines latching on and burning their skin as they rip them off of Kai, before anyone even understood what was happening.

He asked. He knew that book. The lycans made a story about him, Legend of the Demon Prince. What started as a harmless bedtime story became something more of a horror tale. "It was a gift, on my eighteenth birthday." She said. "The day the Wildings attacked." She opened the first page and turn it around, then pointed at a drawing. "This is you, isn't it?" Kieran drew close and peered at the book. It was indeed, a picture of him, drawn in obsidian ink. Whoever the artist was, they perfectly captured every detail, even up to the crimson red orbs of his eyes.

I pulled out the latest BookTok darling from my backpack—the one with the cover everyone was blushing over—and flipped to where I’d left off. The girl in the book was officially snowed in at a remote cabin with her hot, brooding not-uncle and his even hotter sons. It was chaotic, messy, probably deeply inappropriate—and I was all in. I’d just hit the chapter with the spicy scene. You know the one. A fireplace. A blizzard. Tension so thick it needed a crowbar. I took a long sip of my lavender drink and sank deeper into the fantasy. This? This was exactly what I needed.