Wild At Heart Novel Novels & Stories

A quiet purr emitted from her, happy with the arrangement. Wild got a hug from Elaine before she left to do whatever humans did in an airport. Kat had curled up best she could with a seat belt on to take a nap, leaving Jon and Wild to talk. "Do you like her?" Wild was secretly dreading that question. "I don't know. I don't know if it's love or if it's because she's the first girl around my age that I've met since the W Series. Or maybe it's because she understands what I've gone through as another "more perfect" hybrid." Or at least, she seemed to be a more perfect hybrid like him. She didn't have any deformations that the humans would find unappealing, like Tiffany's tongue or Westley's nos

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.

But Sprucepaw had managed to wriggle out of her mother's grasp once or twice. Wildheart continued leading her across the open hills. Shrubs grew here and there while a few scarce trees stood out. Sprucepaw noticed birds circling lazily in the sky above when she looked up for the first time. Wildheart had noticed them too and hid under one of the shrubs. Sprucepaw bounded after him and dropped into a crouch. "Those are eagles," he growled. "They can take on a full-grown warrior if they wanted to."

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.

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?

I immediately captured her mouth, kissing her again before I tugged her dress lower until it dropped and pooled on her feet. In seconds, she was fully naked while I still had my jeans on, although they were already unbuttoned and unzipped. Our lips parted, and our eyes locked. No one spoke as we gazed at each other, but her fingers caressed my entire being as they glided over my bare skin. Nadine began to hum softly, trailing her fingers from my abs to the side of my chest to the skin below my armpit, where the word WILDHEART was tattooed. I had gotten it two days after I left the Council territory.

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.