Wild And Young Novels & Stories

Wild wanted to run. It had taken awhile for Wild to pull away from the outside world, from the need to keep going and never stop. Elaine had to physically pull him back a little. "Come on, we should get you guys back inside." With one last look back out, he followed Elaine back inside. Back to the office bedroom. Westley and Tiffany were already flicking through the cartoons. Wild couldn't get it out of his head. The beauty of it all. He was mesmerized by the pretty sky, the blueish green grass, the forest, so full of life. He'd been so close to it all to the dreams he'd been dreaming up for the past year, maybe longer.

"What?" "I thought you were this quiet, reserved girl. At school, you always seemed so serious in classes we had together. You're smart and it always seemed effortless that you were top of the class. But then you crash into me in the woods and I learn you secretly run and swim. You're as fast as a wolf and even faster in water. You sing and dance. You're amazing in so many ways. And now, you don't care if you get in trouble? You, my girl, have a wild side and I love it! I love you."

"Very well, then. I will be needing you to come back three days before your journey. There's need to bath you clean and keep you protected of the dangers and evil of the wild." "Aunt Lyra," my voice was barely above a whisper. "Could you tell me about the wild, please? What you think I should know." She heaved a sigh, her lips pursed before speaking. "The wild is a beast. A roaring beast, there's every need to protect you from its fangs and claws." she explained. "There's a legend that says it is the home of souls that hell had let lose as lessons for others. They crave blood for survival and the Kingdom has been able to keep them at base with the offenders, serving them as offerings."

” Wendy smacks her hand away. “Girls girls girls. No fighting. If you want to fight then get away from me. I don’t wanna be dragged in again.” Eric says backing away.” Why would I fight this cutie? She’s too precious to me.” Amber gave Wendy a tight hug. ”Get off me weirdo. You’re killing me.” Wendy mumbled, trying to push Amber off her. Wendy looks so happy with them. She has such a beautiful smile. I don’t understand why she doesn’t have anyone but them. She’s an amazing girl ,even though she’s stubborn she’s really nice and caring.

Wendy, Yeoman's girlfriend bragged annoyingly, her eyes darkened registering the girl walking in. Her eyes were closed as she was immersed in music, the big fat speakers round her ears must have occupied her in a manner that she could not see the fire playing in these hungry predators' eyes. "New prey, hun!" Clarke chuckled, clapping his hands excitedly. She seemed to be new, otherwise nobody else has ever dared to walk upon the Wild Wolves like that.

He firmly believes his Children should be perfect, especially his youngest daughter, Winter Fox. But Winter Amey is a stubborn young lady who tends to do the opposite of what her parents expect her to; like, right now, She's eating food that makes her gain weight. According to her mother, She was to eat only salad and Juice in the morning. Her parents are perfectionists and tend to disregard their wishes. By now, Winter couldn't care less about her parents' reputation and their complaints. She's Twenty-three years old now and soon She'll move out of their house or that's what she's planned this far.

Amid the crisp sound of glasses colliding, I took a sip of the cold beer. The chill slid down my throat, but somehow, it warmed my heart. The road ahead was long, yet there was no reason to look back. Somewhere out there, beyond the horizon, an open wilderness was still waiting for me.

Edge muttered, and stood up from the chair, “I already have someone.” “You are tied to some nineteen years old whose identity and strengths are all up in the air!” Wilder snapped, “how can you tell us to not be concerned? You should be looking for a female that can tame your Lycan and mate with her, not fooling around with a teenager!”

7 years ago. The moon hung high in the night sky, casting an ethereal glow on the clearing where the young werewolves of the Strom pack gathered for their first hunting ceremony. Among them were Alessia and Kiana, both recently turned 16 and eager for the thrill of their first hunt. The air buzzed with a mixture of excitement and nervous energy as the pack assembled, waiting for the Alpha's signal. Alessia exchanged glances with Kiana, who stood besides her. It was a rite of passage, the first hunt after their initial transformation, and the forest beckoned with promises of adventure and challenges.

He just let his guard down. ​"Okay, okay, let's just pretend that I didn't hear those." I told them, and they both got into the car. ​"Nah, there's no thrill now!" Valerian said, and he stayed quiet for the rest of our trip. ​Valerian is literally the carbon copy of Jayce. He's quite bossy and often gets sulky. Valerius, on the other hand, is a jolly kid, and he's very friendly. They even have the same traits as their dads!