Wild A Novel Novels & Stories

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.

Then, he waved to a waiter and ordered some food for us. Jared quietened down after the orders were taken and stared at me with his eyes glazed over, looking a little lost. I knew he had taken too big a sip of whiskey earlier and was struggling to stay clear-headed. Just as I wondered if I should take the opportunity to bring up my resignation and have him approve it while he was in a daze, I realized that he was burning a hole in my head with that blatant, fiery gaze of his. I felt my goosebumps rising.

Author: M.M. Ward Growing up, I was taught there were monsters in the hollowed-out places of the mountains, forests, and hills beyond the fences. But this year, the bitter winter lasted too long, and my heart heeded its sad song. The cruelty of my mother chilled my spirit worse than the winter wind, so I foolishly rebelled against the teachings of the clan. When spring came... When the wildflowers bloomed in the warmth of the new season, I had to see them, smell them, taste them, even if it was by Moonlight. So, I broke the first mantra. I went beyond the fences.

They pitied me for years while I planned a future that never existed. Tears blur everything. I trip over a root and fall hard, scraping my knees, but I push up and keep going. The dress tears at the hem. I do not stop to fix it. I just want to disappear. The trees grow thicker here. I realize I have crossed the border into the Wildlands. Neutral territory. Rogues. Dangerous wolves who answer to no pack. Normally that thought would terrify me. Right now it feels like exactly where I belong. Let something out here end this nightmare.

Alec did go from human to wolf easy enough, I suppose and there is no full moon tonight. “That sounds amazing. But then what is madness?” I ask my last question. “Moon madness happens when we don’t find our mates. Our wolves go crazed, feral, at seeking a connection. We lose control, the wolf part taking over and killing everything in sight.” Cain answers this question, and I don’t think he enjoyed doing it. He is tense, Alec and Avery look down, they seem sad. After a drawn out silence a thought occurred to me. The call kept coming, keeping me here.

"I will be your guide in this wilderness of pain so we can find a path towards your healing." In silence, the wolf allowed himself to be led by Anna, his steps mirroring the rhythm of her footsteps. The forest, once a labyrinth of torment, now became a sanctuary of solace under her watchful gaze. Days turned into nights, and nights into days, as she introduced him to the secrets of the wild—the healing properties of the herbs, the dance of the moonlight, and the whispers of the spirits that dwelled within the ancient trees.

The familiar WildLife dashboard filled the screen with unread messages, unfinished drafts For a long moment, I simply stared at it. This little corner of the internet had changed my life. It taught me that hiding behind a name was easier than believing in my own voice. Today, I didn't need it anymore. My fingers rested on the keyboard as I clicked New Post. The cursor blinked patiently, then I began to type. ‘Every story deserves an ending. WildLife began because one lonely girl was too afraid to let the world hear her own voice. Somewhere along the way, I realized the goal was never to stay hidden. It was to find the courage to stop hiding.

Only then did I notice the hands gripping at my feet. “You will never be forgiven!” “You will never be forgiven!” I tried to call out for help yet no matter how I screamed at the top of my lungs, no sound came out of my mouth. I waved my hands, searching and finding anything I could hold onto to stop myself from being dragged deeper into the darkness. Yet no matter what I did, the hands continued to claw and pull me deeper. I… I couldn’t breathe… Am… Am I going to die? **

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.

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.