Wild At Heart Novel 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.

They had ventured into the wilderness as acquaintances, but they were returning as something more, something undefined, yet undeniable. The forest had been a waltz, a dance of discovery, connection, and understanding. They had been guided by the wisdom of the wild, the stories of the werewolves, and the honesty of their hearts. In the wilderness, they had found each other, two souls intertwined by a shared journey, a shared vision, and a shared promise. Silas had shown Raven a world she never knew existed, and in doing so, he had revealed parts of himself that he had never shared before.

JAMES I woke up in a vast field of vibrant wildflowers, their delicate petals brushing against my skin as a gentle breeze whispered through the air. Initially, confusion washed over me, for I was certain I should have been somewhere else. Yet, lying there among the blossoms, gazing up at the expanse of the cerulean sky, a sense of pure bliss enveloped me. I wanted to stay there forever. It felt like heaven.

I scratched behind his ears. There were no more gilded cages, no more lies dressed as love. No family to betray me, no mate to sacrifice me. There was only the wind, the wild, the moon, and the slow, steady beat of a heart learning to trust itself again. I was Aria of Winterbourne. And my story was just beginning.

However, we are wild beings, with an insane hunger and need for freedom, it is imposible to cage us, we are the definition of wild, trying to supress our wolves has never ended well for us, It could be like a split personality, the wolf in us, it takes time to merge, it gets harder and painful if we try to supress it, and unlike myths, we do not need to kill to activate it, because contrary to popular belief, it is not a curse, but a gift, a blessing. "Hi," I hear, and turn my gaze to the person, I see a young woman. "Hello." I smile at her, her eyes widening. "Hi," She smiles, then chuckles with embarassment at her repetition, I just stare at her with renewed interest, waiting as she ges he

And all she could think about as she stared at the rain was the bleak, hurt look in the Jacob's eyes. Oh, get over yourself, she thought. She sank deeper into the water until her nose kissed the stream surface. It was her own fault, and she knew it. Ever since she met the guy, she'd been acting like a hysterical harpy. She knew that he was her mate, she feel the bond, her wolf call him mine the first day she met him, she can't resist it and she still forght him and right now she was hurting herself, and also him, since he couldn't take it from her anymore, Predictably enough, he'd gotten sick of it and left. End of story. What point was there in beating a dead horse?

He didn’t get to win like that. I wanted to see him furious, unraveling. Watching Elias take everything he treasured- his spotlight, his pride, his confidence… and yes, maybe even the woman he thought would always wait for him. That was the goal. Not Elias’s mouth. Not this stupid, dangerous pull inside my chest. “And I am definitely not giving my virginity to that proud thing,” I whispered fiercely. My wolf grumbled in protest. “No,” I snapped back. “We’re not doing that. Not even by accident.”

Chapter 24: Intertwined With You “I want to be with you, Kyra, in every sense of the word." Gabby told me, taking my hand and placing it on her chest, right over her heart. I could feel the erratic beat of her heart through my palm, the way she was just as nervous as I was…it gave me a kind of reassurance that I wasn’t alone in all of this. She felt the same way too. It also made me realize that none of this was a dream, and I was living in the reality where I had found the love of my life…the person who would accept me for who I was and stay beside me no matter what.

Jethro's eyes flashed yellow and I knew he was surrendering to his wolf; as we gave way to our primal instincts, both of us were lost and submerged in the call of the wild. My tongue hissed when it neared hers, the tip of ours was when our lips touched, and a current raced through the two of us. Our wolves seemed to be fusing; our heartbeats seemed to drum in one accord as we gave way to passion and instinct. The world around us just melted away, leaving only the two of us lost in the primal dance of our wolves. I knew in that one perfect moment that I was forever changed, my heart belonging to Jethro and our wild love, all-consuming.

Only then did I notice the hands gripping at my feet. “You will never be forgiven!” “You will never be forgiven!” I tried to call out for help yet no matter how I screamed at the top of my lungs, no sound came out of my mouth. I waved my hands, searching and finding anything I could hold onto to stop myself from being dragged deeper into the darkness. Yet no matter what I did, the hands continued to claw and pull me deeper. I… I couldn’t breathe… Am… Am I going to die? **