Wild And Free Novels & Stories

Although the scars that line all our bodies and memories of the past would linger, we all still rejoice in knowing that we are finally free to shape our own destiny. Mentions of myself, the legendary blue wolf, emerge as the symbol of their liberation. My eyes reflect the depth of my spirit and the resilience I have cultivated. I have become a beacon of hope, guiding all wolf packs towards a future where unity, love, and unwavering strength would lead them into a new era.

With Nate by my side, I knew that we would face the challenges ahead, hand in hand. In that passionate exchange, I understood that being free wasn't about escaping responsibilities, but about finding the courage to redefine them on my terms. With Nate, I would embark on a journey of self-discovery and love, embracing the complexities of being a Luna while forging my path to freedom. Together, we would create a world where love and liberation intertwined, and where I could be both the Luna and the free spirit that resided within me.

Wild, that was the name given to a wolf when he left the pack, of his own free will or exiled. The one who submitted to his instinct, to his nature and was simply that... a wild animal with red eyes, one stronger, more determined, without feelings, one that was capable of instilling fear even in an alpha himself. ***

“Today, they let you walk. A reminder: your freedom exists because I allow it.” The video cut. Both SUVs pulled away in perfect formation, silent as predators slipping back into tall grass. I heard nothing but Maya’s shaky breathing and the frantic pulse in my ears. Slowly, I opened the door, snatched the envelope, and slid back into the driver’s seat. Inside was one sheet of paper: You want independence? Build it. But never forget—every dollar you earn exists because I permit it. Cross me again, and independence won’t be your only illusion.

My heart beat was greater than the storm. We separated, momentarily, gasping. “We should not,” he said to himself, but his eyes were dark, and he was staring at me. “I don’t care.“ I said, pulling at his waistband. He assisted, pushing his trousers down his hand, freeing his cock, hard and thick. I threw my tank top over my head, and threw it away.

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

I said quietly as I slipped a few strands of her hair behind her ear and looked down into her eyes deeply. “If you really loved me, you wouldn’t have hurt me, you know there was nothing I wasn’t willing to do for you, you were my everything but sadly not for long” Kendra said quietly, and I didn’t miss the hurt in her voice. “I just want you to know that I’m fucking done with love, and you” she said before she moved away from me and quickly got herself together. It was in that moment I decided that I would set her free and win her back the right way not through a fake marriage contract that held no importance to either one of us right now.

Wild Addiction volume 2. I never knew true addiction until I met her. I never truly understood what it is to crave, mind, body, and soul—until nothing mattered but fulfilling that craving. Until the only thing that mattered was easing the hollow space inside me. It was there whenever we’re apart. Like a dark hole, it lingered, intensifying until my mind was full of dark spots. Until my mind was full of easy curves, bare before me. Until my desires reflected her, bending at the waist, her pert, little arse in the air, colored red by my palm, the outline of my fingers visible against her pale skin.

"Look. We have super abilities. I'm not joking. We literally can smell every component of that amazing shampoo that you usually use. Sometimes you switch to another, more like a pine tree meets an orange scent. I can see your blood passing through your veins, in your neck, in your wrists. I can hear your lungs and the air entering and exiting. Your heart beating. I can see a gap in your third and fourth right upper teeth and other things that I don't have to tell you." I ruminate on that. "So you have to focus on what you want and ignore the rest. If you are not trained..." "She lost it. Probably don't even know what to do. Acting only by instinct. Instinct of a wolf that was born a month ag

From all the water I touched every day, the cracks between my thumb and forefinger were still there, but they had formed firm scabs. These hands no longer needed to be pampered just so they could wear a ring. Instead, they could make food, earn money, and hold on tightly to the life I had built for myself. I walked out of Willow Lane and into the wind. There was no ring on my hand. In my world, no one else could hand out free passes.