Wild And Free Novels & Stories

This was freedom. No walls pressing in on all sides. No responsibilities weighing down my shoulders like stones. No enemies circling with knives hidden behind smiles. Just the hunt thrumming in my blood. Just the run that made my heart feel too large for my chest. Just the wild, untamed joy of being exactly what I was meant to be.

It was an internal battle that threatened to shake our very special bond and unleash a whirlwind of contradictory emotions inside me. The alpha wolf, with its wild and instinctive nature, longed for the freedom of the vast landscapes, running freely under the silvery light of the full moon and leading his pack. It was a deep eagerness, an ancestral call that resonated inside him with an indescribable intensity. I could see the brightness in his eyes when he got lost in thoughts of running through the open fields, leaving behind the worries and responsibilities that fell on his shoulders.

Kate thought she had overcome her crazy feelings towards Nick. Until now... With their bodies only a thread in between. With their lips attached and their tongues like warriors, sword-fighting. With their hearts seeming to beat similarly wild, lust clouded their minds... They were like bunnies in the wild. Carefree... Feeling freed from the shackles of their deeply buried emotions, the two were like eagles who learned how to spread their wings and fly for the first time. Reckless, scared yet excited, and fascinated. They've set their hearts free of any fears.

However, we are wild beings, with an insane hunger and need for freedom, it is imposible to cage us, we are the definition of wild, trying to supress our wolves has never ended well for us, It could be like a split personality, the wolf in us, it takes time to merge, it gets harder and painful if we try to supress it, and unlike myths, we do not need to kill to activate it, because contrary to popular belief, it is not a curse, but a gift, a blessing. "Hi," I hear, and turn my gaze to the person, I see a young woman. "Hello." I smile at her, her eyes widening. "Hi," She smiles, then chuckles with embarassment at her repetition, I just stare at her with renewed interest, waiting as she ges he

“Wait a minute… Don’t tell me… Did you auction yourself?” “I did.” He chuckled. “Though I did not expect to be bought at a billion price by a woman. And… I do not serve any master when I am not under any contract binding. Just for your information.” Just what the hell was wrong with this guy? Who in their right minds voluntarily put themselves in auction? There could possibly be a loose screw in his head. If I whack him in the right place, would he come to his senses? Xavier flashed an innocent smile as if auctioning himself was no big deal at all before he shifted his attention to the contract.

"Oh god, you're so wild! It's wonderful, Andrew. Don't stop!" Rhyza's seemingly insane scream as he claimed her forcefully. “Fuck baby, you're the best! Shit! You’re so fucking shit!” she continued, accompanied by his rapid plunge into her slit. Andrew didn't speak; instead, he took one of Rhyza's legs and lifted it. He then proceeded to claim her in a sideways manner. "Say my name; I want you to say it!" he ordered, then suddenly entered his girlfriend's femininity again.

So, once in awhile, a wolf will shift and run the wild, hunt, and just be the wild animal that it is. Ever since the wolves came into the Wizard Realm, they were never allowed to run around freely. However, Harold seemed to have forgotten that wolves are just wild animals and they love their freedom. They cannot be confined. They cannot be controlled. They need to be free to run, to roam and to hunt. Now, Harold had thought that he could control the wolves. However, he made one grave mistake. He forgot that the wolves were supernatural beings. He forgot that they were primal predators. If things do not go their way, they can easily turn feral and uncontrollably sinister.

Her eyes flared with certainty, with a confidence I couldn’t shatter no matter how I fought. And somewhere in the back of my mind, a dangerous thought whispered: What if she’s right? Could she.. could she really be my mate? But no way! The very idea made me sick. Made me furious. She leaned closer until our foreheads nearly touched. “You’re wild,” she murmured. “But wildness is only another word for freedom. And I’m the only one here who knows how to tame it.” “No,” I breathed, but the denial sounded hollow even to me.

She hunted like a fierce predator, she howled like a wild wolf, and she embraced the simplicity of survival like a contented hermit. But amidst the freedom, a longing tugged at Sophia's heart like a persistent whisper in a crowded room. She yearned for connection, like a flower reaching for the sun, for a love that soared higher than the birds in the sky. And so, like a compass pointing true north, she embarked on a quest akin to a wild stallion galloping freely across the open plains, in search of kindred spirits who, like her, had cast off their human shells and embraced their untamed nature.

The forest welcomed us, an ancient, breathing entity that seemed to understand our wild hearts. My white wolf emerged simultaneously - a synchronicity that spoke of our deep, intrinsic connection. Silver-furred and powerful, we raced through the landscape, transforming the world around us into a blurred tapestry of emerald greens and shadowy silvers. The earth beneath our paws was soft, welcoming, alive with a thousand whispered secrets. Freedom coursed through our veins - pure, unadulterated, and wonderfully wild. Roman tumbled with me, our wolf forms a blur of motion and joy, our laughter - a strange, haunting sound that echoed through the ancient trees - telling a story of survival, of lo