Wild A Book Novels & Stories

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.

She would never make it even a mile. Alan Woods drew up his horse and held his fist up to halt his men. They’d ridden all morning, searching endless trails, tracking hoofprints to no avail. All were dead ends. He slid from the saddle and strode forward to view the disturbance in the soil. Kneeling, he touched the faint hoofprints and the flattened grass to the side. It looked as though someone took a fall from a horse. Recently. He scanned the immediate area and saw a footprint in a patch of bare soil a few feet away, then lifted his gaze toward the area the person had headed. Slowly he rose, drew his sword, and motioned for his men to spread out and circle the area.

"Stay away from her, Kael!" Kael ignored him. He was ten feet from Tess now. "Father's books spoke of it. He thought it was a fairy tale. The White Wolf's Echo a human who carries the ancient alpha's soul and can speak to the heart of any beast." He laughed, a sound of pure, mad delight. "And he sent you away! He feared you! This is glorious!" Tess pushed herself up. The young wolf stayed close, pressing against her leg. She could feel its confusion, its simple animal mind swirling with new, gentle feelings she had put there. It scared her. What had she done?

I whispered, my throat raw from screaming. ​Marcus laughed, a harsh, barking sound. "Not our problem. North is the only way that doesn't lead into Ally territory. You go North, you hit the Wildlands." ​The Wildlands. ​The unclaimed territory. A vast expanse of dense, frozen forests and jagged mountains inhabited only by rogues—wolves gone mad with bloodlust—and things even worse than rogues. It was a death sentence. Kaelen hadn't just exiled me; he had politely told me to go die somewhere he wouldn't have to smell the corpse.

He started moving so fast that she almost went crazy with ecstasy, especially when his manhood continued to pound and hit the innermost of her femininity. "Oh, do that again; hit that part again, baby, mmmnnnn, Andrew." Only now did Lana find out that there was also a part inside her that, when the young man hit, she really couldn't explain how intense the delicious shiver was and is driving her wild. "There you go, my god, Andrew, it’s coming out! Oh sh*t! Shit, I’m coming!" Lana said weakly, followed by a long and accented moan of happiness.

The air smelled clean, the lights warm, the shelves tall and perfect. “Choose the book that pulls you,” the woman said. “It will tell you what you need.” She vanished into the shadows. I walked along the shelves. My hand stopped on one book, not because I liked it, but because something in me reacted. A strange pull. The title was old, written in faded ink:” The Nature of the Cursed: shifters of the Moon.” My fingers trembled as I opened it. Inside were sketches, human shadows twisted into wolves, claws emerging from the hands, glowing eyes in the darkness. I swallowed hard.

Focus, Aurela. I moved on to books about wolves—the bond, the instincts, how to build a connection with your inner wolf. That part hit something deeper. I’d been caging mine all along. Not out of fear, but neglect. I’d never even tried to reach her. Never given her a name. Never invited her in. A flicker of guilt sparked inside me. So I closed the book and sat still. Focused. A name was at the tip of my tongue... Zira, I called quietly.

Annie looked among the scuffed bookshelves of the used bookstore they had decided to check out. Fingers trailing over the pastel-colored spines as they browsed through the parenting books. She knew that she should feel excited about the triplets, but the more she thought about it.

Kayla's Pov: So let me tell you a little about myself: For as long as I can remember I have been alone, it has its benefits but mostly it can be so dam lonely, do not get me wrong I love living in the woods I feel so free, and I'm not one of them horses that are so proud of them self although I know I am something worth looking at, but Sadler that is not a good thing as it mean I attract so much attention to myself which I do not need or want. I do sometimes miss being with other horses as I often see wild mustangs passing by, but life goes by and as soon as I turn 17, I am meant to find my mate! I have no idea on what to do the only other shifters around here are werewolves, the pack 'midn

As I took small bites of my meal, my mind wandered back to the book's descriptions. When breakfast was finally over, I excused myself politely and headed back to the garden. I retrieved the book from its hiding place and found a secluded spot where I could read in peace. The more I read, the more I realized how much had been lost to history. The white wolves were not the monsters they had been made out to be. They were beings of incredible power and kindness, who had only sought to live in harmony with others.