Wild And Young Novels & Stories

She needs a firm hand, she craves the kind of care only a strong mate can provide – and it doesn’t matter one bit that she’s human. “It’s okay.” I repeat, “And I will always do what I can to make sure we don’t get carried away.” One huge exception looms in my mind's eye, and after tonight, I know I can’t put it off any longer. “But Ella, I really do need to warn you about the wild hunt.” “How so?” She asks. “The wild hunt event happens on the second to last night of the festival. It’s a tradition where male wolves hunt,” I’m careful to put this word in air quotes, just in case she misunderstands, “their mates in the forest.”

I didn't know what kind of contract had been attached to it, but there were so many words that I didn't even want to read it. "Then just write down both your names and mine, and it's all done," Jared said, still on the line with me. I immediately scrolled to the final page of the document and filled in the blanks as quickly as I could. Suddenly, Jared began to chuckle under his breath. I genuinely still couldn't understand how his temperament could change so easily like that. All of a sudden, my computer shook violently, and its screen turned pink. Then, I heard a robotic female voice say, "Congratulations on completing the contract mission! You have successfully formed a bond with your targ

The change takes it away. I am wild and uncontainable like my breath, like my life, like my self. I am wild and raw and untamed.. I am wild and I am more than I can keep, more than I can be. I am wild and I am not ready, not ready for this, not ready for it. I am wild and I am supposed to be Mara, supposed to be, supposed to hold on.

POV: Mia (Zero) The Wildlands began where the maps stopped telling the truth. There were no border stones, no trails worn by trade or migration, just thickets of blackroot and elderpine, bent beneath generations of storms, and the bones of wolves whose names had long been taken by the wind. I followed no marked path. The medallion Chito gave me warmed against my chest as I pressed deeper into the woods, guided by instinct older than memory, by blood that seemed to remember what my mind had never been taught.

Usually, their clients knew how exclusive their bodyguard company was. WILD and WICKED is a private security company owned by Candy and Fiona. At first glance, it looked like an escort company. However, beneath its name, was a very private security company composed of women. WILD and WICKED is a company who employed women that would be perfect for a bodyguarding job. Most of their employees were women who retired from the military. Some were like Fiona who was trained in martial arts and gun handling since she was young and would like to start a new life in the US. Of course, the company was a legal one.

“You girls need to calm down. Don’t forget, they’re younger than us!” Yanna scoffed, flicking her hair dramatically. “So what? If someone that hot walks into your life, are you really going to ask for his birth certificate first?” I rolled my eyes at her logic, but a part of me couldn’t exactly disagree. Jigs had that cool, boyish charm that worked well behind the drums. And Ivan? He wasn’t even trying to be charming, but every movement, every flick of his fingers, every slight nod to the beat—it was captivating. No wonder girls nearby were giggling and blushing like high schoolers at their first concert.

‘Nothing can harm us out here. I forgot my objections. I almost forgot my own name. Sean’s lovemaking was so complete, so delicate and so caring, the fact we were outdoors in the open air seemed irrelevant. I felt his fingers in my furrow and his mouth on my breasts, sucking one, and then the other till I moaned. When I could bear no more, and I was clawing at his body like a mad thing, he gently parted my legs and slid into me, his possession as smooth as in a dream.

“If you accept her, we bind ourselves in blood. You will protect her to the best of your ability. In exchange, I will place a protection spell over your entire territory until she reaches eighteen years of age.” Callan’s brows drew together. “The magic will not shield you from natural illness, from scraped knees, from childhood cuts and bruises, or from the ordinary cycle of life and death,” Vega clarified. “Children will still fall. Wolves will still grow old. But rogues will not cross your borders. Dark magic will not settle here. War will not touch these lands while the spell holds.” Rhys returned quietly, and Callan explained the offer. “Eighteen years of peace would change everything,”

“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.

I’m asking you if you would like to join me for a dinner on Friday night? Ahhmn.. I’m not sure about my schedule yet. Kate replied. Ok, Jake said. The plane had landed and all the passengers had lined up to exit. Kate stood up and Jake suddenly hold her hand and asked “will anyone pick you up? No one, I'll take a taxi, Kate replied while pulling her hand but Jake didn't let go instead he said "I'll take you to your place". No need Jake I can go home thank you. Once again she tried pull her hand from his hand but Jake still didn't let go of it and said it's late at night, its not safe for you. Let me drop you off to your place.