Wild A Novel Novels & Stories

Where she can meet her inner wild self with a bold smile. As soon as the door shut behind her, without waiting for any more seconds he pressed her back to the door while he hovered over to claim her lips like a hungry wolf who wanted to eat her up right directly and she openly welcomed him to do that as her hands went to his back head to clenched on his hair scalp and pull his face closer to get a small bite on his lower lip. He almost turned to wilder with her strides and they both lost in pleasure, lust, and desire at this moment. They don't care anymore for foreplay because they already heated up enough to do the task and both wanted the main course.

I shall sleep often from now on; my body needs all the rest it could get. I can’t sleep again. I just woke up. “What to do now?” My eyes landed at the closed book on my table. It’s the book from the library that is about the town of Emberton. I haven’t found anything informative other than the map and the founders of the town. Maybe I should just head out? Nope. Not a good idea. Being outside is too risky. I don’t want another wolf pouncing at me or me unintentionally killing them with my blood.

The smell of wet forest after a long rain and sun heated honey, wakes me from my sleep. I don’t know how many times I’ve tried to escape by now, but nothing I do seems to work. More and more wolves are going missing, if Tam’s growing hysteria is anything to go by.

the young man began. Lana immediately felt a longing for that story, so she listened to Andrew. "Really?" she uttered with amusement. Smiling, Andrew spoke again, though his vision was focused on the road. "Rhyza and I were in a restaurant then, we were eating when I saw Andrea with Marius in a donut store. I found her so beautiful. I also noticed the similarities of her hair with yours, but I forced myself to forget about it. I immediately removed that thing from my mind. I'm not familiar with what they say a leap of blood. But it looks like that's what happened to me with Andrea. That is why I decided to follow you. So, I tracked down where you live and where you work. I have to admit that

he looked at me as though I was dumb, “Fuck you mean it is who I truly am?” I could feel the tips of my ears redden in embarrassment, “We should probably turn on the generator now.” “Yes, yes, we should.” He muttered and lifted himself off the floor. His head whipped around till his eyes snagged on a can of gas, hidden beside the motorcycle leaning on the wall. Whistling he said, “That is some sexy wheels.” Soon the generator spurred alive with a lounge grating noise, using the light from Manny’s cellphone, I found a change-over switch and everywhere became illuminated.

This: the open ground, the honest sky, the bond warm between them, Astra delighted and present, herself entirely known. She, Lena Wilder, the girl who was never enough, standing in the cold morning air outside the Citadel she now governed, bonded to the vampire lord who had spent three centuries becoming someone she could trust, carrying the oldest inheritance in the realm in her blood, with her wolf running free in the pre-dawn territory and the world reorganized, finally, to accommodate what she had always been. Not a symbol. A person. Not a legend. A truth. Not an ending. A direction.

Intrigued, i decided to take the book back to the cabin to show Nikau. When i arrived back at the cabin, i excitedly showed Nikau the book, telling him all about the strange symbols and images that i had seen. Nikau was equally intrigued by the book, but nikau said that he would be leaving to check out on the pack for a few days. He asked me not to join him as he would be travelling in his wolf form. After he left, I settled into my cozy spot by the fireplace in the cabin, I opened the old book I had checked out from the library. The title, "The Lost Village of Ravenswood", immediately caught my attention and I was eager to learn more about this mysterious place.

“It doesn’t, child. Forever means we keep choosing.” Tare kicked dust. “But I’m tired of other people’s pain. I want my own sky.” That night, his moon pulsed red. Not from choice. From anger. He ran. Out of the Circle city. Past the buried stones that said *CHOOSE*. Past the gardens. Into the Wildlands where no wolves had gone in 500 years. The Wildlands were forbidden. Not by law. By memory. This was where the last temple of “one moon” crumbled. Where wolves once lived without choice.

Chapter Thirty Seven (Wilder POV) I look around me and I am not in my room, the hospital or anywhere I recognize. This isn’t even the same woods I walked through years ago when I was in a coma. In fact they aren’t woods at all, it is a giant meadow and I don’t know why but I am attempting to make my way to the tree in the middle. As I approach I see Zander curled up around something. When I approach I can see it is a very small wolf, Spencer’s wolf to be exact.

--Alyssa-- I was deeply engrossed in the book I had found. It was believed that the white wolves were the first of their kind to come into existence, blessed with extraordinary powers. They had the ability to heal, control the earth and everything within it, and even communicate directly with the moon goddess. These gifts made them revered but also envied, and eventually, the other wolves' jealousy led to a devastating purge aimed at eliminating the white wolves entirely.