Wild And Young Novels & Stories

“I don’t care! Why? Why? Why does she have to always be her?! Why not me?! I am a Valladolid too!” Suddenly, a young male came into the bar running. He seemed to be afraid and had something to say. “Everyone!” The man called the attention of everyone there. Someone laughed. “What? What do you have to say now, little one?” “The forest is burning!” “What?” Others asked. “Yes, the fire started in the yard of the mental hospital and ran towards the forest. We need to put it up!” Everyone left their drinks and went out. Antonio had to blink twice. He didn’t know what had just heard . The hospital had started burning and then the forest. In the hospital it was Erika, or Elena, whatever he wanted t

Does he have more surprises up his sleeves? That matter aside, Xavier started being a mercenary at such a young age. What kind of tragic fate had he gone through to do such a line of work at 15? Just as I was about to call Kyle to get some clarification, the subject that I wanted to talk about just appeared right before me. “I’m done with the shopping,” Xavier said.

“I can’t wait for things to unfold in this mansion… leaving many people vulnerable—so I can break every single one of them.” The thought tasted sweet. “Let’s go, girls,” she said casually, flashing them a smile as if nothing had happened. The three of them slipped into the crowd, disappearing into the swirl of gowns and music. Across the room, Riley stood with Skylar and Quinn, chatting quietly. Then the lights dimmed, and an announcer stepped onto the stage, his voice booming through the speakers. “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the welcome party of our new Wild Cat!” Skylar let out an excited squeal, shaking Riley by the arm. Riley blinked, caught between surprise and mild panic, as the

But Mom nodded slowly, clearly knowing what I was thinking. "I have no other choice. And neither do you." She looked away before pinning me with her gaze. "The full force of the storm will hit here, in Wilding Springs. Everywhere else should be safe. For a while." "But not for long." I knew the stories about the Wild, the natural disaster designed to destroy the world when it was time to end, a magical cleansing so nature and the Sidhe could start again. Nothing would remain, no sign of civilization or that we had ever been on earth. There would be nowhere to run or hide, not for me, not for Meira and Sassy.

~vick~ I couldn't take it anymore. The chaos around me was suffocating. As I watched the guys attending to each other's wounds, it felt like the walls were closing in. I slipped out the door, the coolness of the night greeting me as I glanced up at the night sky.

"Teach me to fight." "No," he responds curtly, resuming his relentless assault on the hapless dummy. Each blow reverberates with strength, sending gusts of wind that tousle Hailey's hair. She is in awe of the power in his arms and legs; if she had even half of that, the Hunt wouldn't intimidate her. The Wild Hunt isn't inherently dangerous or unpredictable. A rogue prey is released into the forest, and the first person to shoot an arrow through him emerges victorious. Typically, this occurs within the first hour. What truly makes the Hunt unpredictable are the surprises that have accompanied each one thus far. Perhaps a pack of coyotes will be unleashed, or deadly traps will be laid out acro

Tara knew enough about the Wild Wolf. If she could get in. The club lived up to its name. There was everything from gambling to a sex dungeon. She’d seen the women enter with their rich mates or lovers. They went there to get their rocks off. While the rabble, like Tara, worked themselves into an early grave. They didn’t get the luxury to be horny, only hungry.

Fingernails grew and sharpened before Her eyes And for maybe Not quite the first time She felt alive The strange symptoms Of her youth The pawprints in the Yard, the lust for Jack London, the undercooked meat Calling the moon by her Boyfriend's name When her phone was ringing With his number lighting up the screen Calling her boyfriend The moon And thinking about sinking her Teeth into him The people who loved her Pushing for a lock up Questioning her sanity The people who loved her Trying to understand It was all so Unsettling, it was all so Mindbending how much louder the Wild called to her And how it knew her name Without any introductions And naturally her instincts Took over And superna

Multi-colored flags flap in the light breeze along the park’s periphery and the pavilion itself is trimmed with floral studded swags and twinkle lights. A hush settles over the crowd as we make our way to the pavilion where Ian, Darby, Sean and Jack wait. To the opposite side, four fully garbed Pawnee carry traditional drums and rattles. Members of Anna’s family. The Wolf People come to honor their partnership with the spirit wolf, one of their own becoming a wolf.

“Despite everything, despite the chaos, we’ll give her the best life.” “The best life. Built on truth, love, and everything our parents fought for.” “Deal.” We held Emma, held each other, held the life we’d built from ashes and pain. The war was over. Healing was happening. The future uncertain but full of possibility. And for the first time in a very long year, that felt enough. More than enough. Victory