Wild And Young Novels & Stories

Ryan grunted. "Okay," Wild said, feeling how upset and angry Ryan was with Monika. "Let's go for a run. We might feel better" Wild suggested. "You're right... It will definitely make me feel better," He said and walked out of the mansion, then morphed into a wolf to go for a long run and calm himself. Wild was running at a higher speed when a girl's sob fell on his ear. He ceased his speed, and then his eyes shot up, and his heart started beating at higher speed.

I just remember what happened next. A large, onyx wolf emerged suddenly from the clearing. His luminous golden eyes were fixated upon me, staring deep into my own like he was trying to search for some secret I might have been keeping. Again, I was a little girl. I didn’t have any secrets. At least that’s what I thought.

He smirked and heat curled low in my belly, “I have two sisters and trust me those little daredevils talked about their hair all day long.” I smiled back at him. I panicked for no reason. I already liked him, “Aww. I am sure they aren’t so little anymore.” His face darkened, “Laura never got a chance to grow but her twin, Lora would always be a little girl in my eyes although she is now twenty three.” I felt stupid for teasing him earlier. Before I could say a soothing word, thunder cracked loudly and I screamed in surprise—yeah, I am also scared of thunder.

Lexie teased, grinning at him. "You’re younger than me, but you’re definitely not a child. You know what’s good about dating someone young?" Ram asked, "Uhm, sex?" Lexie playfully replied, making him laugh. "No, silly. It makes you feel young too—not in a way that makes you do stupid things, like you always do, but it makes you feel young." Ram said, and Lexie nodded in response. "Acknowledged, Rammel Oliver Jordan." "So, be mine?"

He knew that they would all run away in the face of danger. Although they were previously pack leaders and Alphas in the city, they were still weak compared to wild werewolves such as Jason who were much taller, stronger, and outrageously innate with their wolf sides; Wild werewolves were known to be savage and cruel without standards. And they fought ruthlessly and fiercely like wild beasts with all rationalities lost. Therefore Yoldes was certain that even the Elite members of the Nightclaw pack wouldn't stand around to be massacred by these wild werewolves once they realized that they stood no chance.

“Look at the news! The carnage you left behind will be talked about for a long time… There are rumors that your wolves are becoming Wild.” A wild wolf is a fate of death and despair. It means that the person has completely lost their sense of humanity, being dominated by the beastly side and acting purely on instinct. Centuries ago, an epidemic of wild wolves ravaged the world, and the hunt was intense and cruel. None of us want to relive that nightmare. “Impossible! We have a mate!” Perseus protested, indignant. “Wild wolves appear when a mate is lost, and the person cannot cope with that loss.”

“Yeah. You know—nature, trees, breathing the air instead of caffeine fumes.” I looked at him flatly. “You’re aware this is how a lot of true crime documentaries start, right? Mysterious musician lures woman into woods under the guise of ‘fresh air.’ Spoiler alert: it’s not fresh air, it’s her final breath.” Teddy chuckled. “Wow. You really do read a lot.” “I’m just saying, I need more than ‘let’s hike’ before I wander into the wilderness with a man who plays guitar and has fan girls stroking his biceps at bars.”

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.

"I’m sorry, ma’am. I don't know the specifics, but it’s called a 'sin party.'” "Hmm." I try to process that, but Cassie is already pulling at my arm, desperate to get inside. I glance to my left and see a guy on top of a car, his body moving fast and hard against a woman in the shadows. They don't even seem to care that people are watching. I look away and finally head toward the entrance. I’ve spent enough time working at a club to think I’d seen it all, but this is on another level. This isn't just a party, it’s wild and risky. One wrong move and the cops would have enough reason to shut us down for good.

"I also saw Gabriel and a group of youngies." "Did you find all the answers you were seeking?" she asks. "No," I reply honestly. There's still a lot I need to know. "Who are youngies?" She sighs and stares at me. "Every werewolf was once a youngie." She takes my pinkie finger threads hers with it. "A youngie is a werewolf that has just attained his or her transformation powers. Just like you.""Everyone became a youngie at the age of eighteen?" She nods. "Zara told me they'll help me discover my powers. What does she mean?"