Wild Author Novels & Stories

That accident years ago had all been part of a plan I'd orchestrated with the stables. I lifted my child onto Acorn's back, and with the horse's triumphant whinny, we charged into a field of flowers. From that moment on, my life was mine to claim—riding through blooms, chasing freedom, and leaving the past behind.

KEILAH I was wandering into the woods, my senses alive with the crisp scent of pine and the soft rustle of leaves underfoot. A tranquil solitude enveloped me, wrapping around my soul like a comforting embrace. But then, as if nature had scripted a sudden twist, the serenity fractured. A distant howl pierced the air, stirring a primal fear within. It was joined by others, a haunting chorus echoing through the trees. My heart quickened its pace, mirroring the urgency of the wilderness around me. I turned to retrace my steps, only to find my path obscured by an impenetrable thicket.

It's barely six months since I returned back from the mundane world and it has already happened. I've been pressurized lately to get a Luna and Fraye wasn't an option for me but was an option for others. I couldn't feel my wolf any more. I've asked the whole pack house to give me time to search for another mate but I haven't seen any and my time would elaspe in the next twenty four hours. I certainly do not want to end up like Petal's parents. I do not want to have an irresponsible person as a Luna and of course Fraye was irresponsible but only responsible in bed…she never gets tired.

Numerous times. After the first day, she was determined to ride without Alan’s assistance, if for no other reason than to wipe the smugness from his expression. He obviously had no patience for women, and, she suspected, with the exception of his nephew, whom he obviously loved, he had even less patience with children. Still, given the fact that he knew nothing about her, only that Crispen championed her, he had treated her well, and his men had been politely respectful. Now that they neared Laird Woods’s stronghold, fear fluttered in her throat. She would no longer be able to keep silent. The laird would demand answers, and she would be obligated to give them.

“It doesn’t, child. Forever means we keep choosing.” Tare kicked dust. “But I’m tired of other people’s pain. I want my own sky.” That night, his moon pulsed red. Not from choice. From anger. He ran. Out of the Circle city. Past the buried stones that said *CHOOSE*. Past the gardens. Into the Wildlands where no wolves had gone in 500 years. The Wildlands were forbidden. Not by law. By memory. This was where the last temple of “one moon” crumbled. Where wolves once lived without choice.

Her breath trembled as something inside her cracked—not with breaking, but with release. She closed her eyes, drawing the wildfire closer, not to crush it, not to run—but to face it. The whispers tore at her, but she pushed back with her own voice, raw and burning: “I am not your kindling. I am not your ruin. I am flame, and flame is mine to carry.” The wildfire shuddered, sparks bursting outward like a thousand tiny stars. The dark edges burned away, leaving only fierce, golden light that wrapped around her like a mantle.

Then, he waved to a waiter and ordered some food for us. Jared quietened down after the orders were taken and stared at me with his eyes glazed over, looking a little lost. I knew he had taken too big a sip of whiskey earlier and was struggling to stay clear-headed. Just as I wondered if I should take the opportunity to bring up my resignation and have him approve it while he was in a daze, I realized that he was burning a hole in my head with that blatant, fiery gaze of his. I felt my goosebumps rising.

“I want you to fuck me—claim me completely.” Rain hammers the window, drumming a war beat to their desperate symphony. The storm outside is nothing compared to the hurricane burning between them. With effortless force, Sebastian lifts her and lays her out across the thin mattress, his body a cage of iron around her. His wolf seizes control, a savage presence surging to the surface as he grinds his rigid length against the heat between her thighs. He nuzzles her neck, inhaling deeply at her pulse point, his breath scorching against her skin as a growl vibrates from deep in his chest.

Axel's pov Before my dad ever mentioned marrying her mom, I already knew exactly who Jade was. I saw her for the first time when she was only eighteen. At the time, she was working a part-time shift at a small, dusty grocery store just off the highway. I hadn't gone inside to buy anything; I was just passing through when I saw her standing outside by the loading bay. She was feeding a stray cat. It was a skinny, pathetic thing, clearly sick and shivering, but she didn’t look disgusted. She just bent down, tore her own sandwich in half, and dropped the piece on the pavement with a practiced ease, like she’d done it a hundred times before.

Whispers of the Moon’s Claim Chapter 1: The Howl in the Forest The ancient woods whispered secrets as I pushed through the underbrush, my boots sinking into the damp earth beneath a canopy of towering pines. Moonlight filtered through the leaves in silvery shafts, casting an ethereal glow that made the night feel alive, pulsing with hidden energy. I had come to this remote mountain town for solitude after the betrayal in the city—my ex-fiancé’s lies still stinging like fresh wounds. As a wildlife photographer, I told myself this assignment was perfect: capturing rare nocturnal creatures for a prestigious magazine. But deep down, I knew I was running from the emptiness that had settled in my