Wild At Heart Novel Novels & Stories

He watched her, his expression unreadable. Novah looked down at her hand. Unmarked. Strong. Capable of violence. Capable of… protection. The realization was a shockwave. This fury, this aggression… it wasn’t just madness. It was *hers*. Her wolf’s answer to violation, to helplessness, to the threat against her pack. It was raw, untamed, terrifying… but it was *power*. Ashton’s words resonated with new meaning: *"She is the heart. The heart of our future."* Not a fragile, broken thing. A heart that could beat with fury. A heart that could fight.

My heartbeat was a rhythmic drum in my chest, each thump carrying the weight of the decision I had made—the one that couldn’t be undone. The wolves, their offer, their promises of power, still lingered in my mind, taunting me with what could be. It was a power that surged beneath my skin, uncontrollable, and yet, there was a part of me that knew it was the only way forward. I wasn’t foolish enough to believe the wolves would let me walk away without a price, but I had no other choice.

"That illegitimate child of yours isn't worthy of this blood." She ground her heel into the red puddle, speaking with venom in every word. "I'd rather pour it out to water the flowers than give it to you." At that moment, Danielle felt her heart shatter, and even breathing became painful. The VIP room door slammed shut with a heavy thud, sealing Meghan and Taylor away from the chaos outside. Danielle stumbled back to Olivia's hospital room and cradled her cold body, tears falling onto her pale face. As despair slowly overwhelmed her, her phone screen lit up.

Pain flashes through me — sharp and sudden — and I stagger. Aaron is there instantly. His hands catch my shoulders. And when his skin touches mine— It burns. Not painful. But overwhelming. Heat spreads outward from where his palms press into me. It moves through my veins like wildfire, waking something I've kept buried. My wolf. I feel it stir. Not fully, but enough.

"We just gave them a reason to be afraid of the dark again." ​The "Wild Desires, Tameless Heart" saga had reached its first true summit. The war with the South was far from over, but as Rhea and Elias stood under the white light of the new tree, they knew that the North would never be caged again.

Something cold settles in my chest. I begin to read. "I think I'm in love with a monster..." I snap the journal shut immediately. My heart gives a strange little jolt. I don't know why those words affect me so strongly. I don't know why the journal unsettles me. Or why Jenna Maroney suddenly feels so... I search for a word. I come up short. Maybe it's because she was a female. Like me. Maybe it's because she entered the Wilds. Like me. Maybe it's because I can't stop wondering what happened to her.

This: the open ground, the honest sky, the bond warm between them, Astra delighted and present, herself entirely known. She, Lena Wilder, the girl who was never enough, standing in the cold morning air outside the Citadel she now governed, bonded to the vampire lord who had spent three centuries becoming someone she could trust, carrying the oldest inheritance in the realm in her blood, with her wolf running free in the pre-dawn territory and the world reorganized, finally, to accommodate what she had always been. Not a symbol. A person. Not a legend. A truth. Not an ending. A direction.

“Do I look like a pathetic human who cowers in the face of wolves? I am Kamila Wildheart, only daughter of Alpha Ralph of the Wildheart pack and future Luna to the—“” She’s cut off right in the middle of her self-exaltation when one of the wolves jumps at her after getting tired of waiting. He goes in with his sharp claws, and I grab at her, pulling her out of the way before she loses an ear. “How dare y—” “Shut the fuck up and run!” She’s still in a state of confusion, and there’s finally an opening with one of the wolves jumping out of his position. I waste no time dashing through, of course while dragging the whinny bitch with me.

"No Jenna. You have a beautiful life here, so stay here. This is my last command as your Luna." I was starting to feel the aftermath of the rejection. I made my way out through the back door where no one would see me and began my journey out of Wildheart. By the time I had made it out of the borders, my legs were already weak , my lungs on fire. The cold air stung my skin making me shiver. My dress was soaked in blood. Blood from the burning mark on my shoulder My head swarm and I stumbled, I caught myself and pressed on, breathing heavily. Every step I took was torture, my eyes were blurring and I could barely see the car coming towards me until the headlights flashed.