Wild And Free Novels & Stories

“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.

After graduation, I had originally wanted to find an internship at a design company, but Jason said a fixed salary would not get us far. It would be better to work for ourselves and become entrepreneurs instead. I gave up my dreams for him. I followed him all over the country doing business. We set up street stalls, smuggled goods, and almost got pulled into a pyramid scheme. I did not feel bitter back then, even when the two of us had to eat from the same plate. We still had hope. We still had love.

Finn, the apparent leader of this abduction, leaned down over her, his eyes gleaming in the light of the fire. “There’s no one to hear you scream, and if you utter a sound, I’ll rattle your jaw.” She nodded her understanding and crawled to an upright position. He nudged her backside with his boot and chuckled when she whirled around in outrage. “There’s a blanket by the fire. Get on it and get some sleep. We leave at first light.”

Problems, they will all pass and some new ones will appear, if you wait for them to end to be happy then that would make you depressed for life. I exhaled as a bundle of wind hit my face, close my eyes and feel it, that's what my mother always tells me to do. I used to get confused and wonder what does she mean? Now I know, close your eyes and feel the mobility of this world, the vibes every element sent. Fresh air, the twittering of birds, the roaring of engines, and the talking of people. It isn't noisy, it's life-full. A feeling you get inside that you are a part of this busy world and for people like it is a reminder to make my name known and engrave it as a good example for seven billio

That accident years ago had all been part of a plan I'd orchestrated with the stables. I lifted my child onto Acorn's back, and with the horse's triumphant whinny, we charged into a field of flowers. From that moment on, my life was mine to claim—riding through blooms, chasing freedom, and leaving the past behind.

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.

The moment seemed ripe for release, and with a trained swiftness, Marisol's body contorted into a blur of fur, embodying the untamed spirit of her wolf. The ground beneath her paws blurs as she sprints wildly, each leap pushing her closer to a semblance of freedom. Yet, even in the wild abandon of her wolf's run, the echoes of her fears lingered.

IN THE WILD LUMA'S POV Could freedom have been any sweeter? For two months now, I had been free and running through the wilderness, escaping shielders from roaming packs. I ate from hunts and stole food from human traps. Goddess forgive me for that.My hands had scars. My feet were calloused. My dress was barely holding together. But I was alive. And so was my pup. Now that my baby was fully formed, I could no longer shift. My belly was heavy, round and impossible to hide. Hunting was almost impossible. Every movement cost me breath I didn't have.

Packs of the wolves tumbled with each other as they ran across the grass, joyful in their newfound freedom. They played with each other across the rolling hills and light forests, and simply became one with the land around them. They lapped at the rivers and bounded off the rocks and chased after smaller, furry things that darted here and there and everywhere. For the first time in their short lives, the wolves were allowed to be wolves. Even those who decided to ally themselves with the Republic gave themselves a few cycles to enjoy the planet. To enjoy a life free of chains and restraint, a life free of pain and misery, a life filled with grass and sky and water and true togetherness.

The profound freedom and exhilaration of wind rushing through our fur, the earth beneath our paws, and the wild smells of everything outdoors. While I have no real love of being in a pack where I would be bound to every word the alpha barks at me, I do love the freedom of letting go of myself. Becoming one with the open forestry. That connection I get with the surroundings, a feeling of comfort, of belonging there. It’s a playground and a sanctuary. I become what’s natural to me. Untamed and unrestrained.