Wild City Manhwa Novels & Stories

The world narrowed to the three wolves and the fallen king between them. Liam lay still in the churned mud, the last of his summoned strength spent, a giant brought low. The rain painted dark streaks through the blood and dirt on his back. He did not stir. The Red Hand wolves advanced, low to the ground, shoulders hunched. They were no longer cowed. The Alpha who had commanded their fear was gone, leaving only meat. Their yellow eyes held the simple, hungry logic of the wild: the weak die so the strong may feast.

"I’m sorry, ma’am. I don't know the specifics, but it’s called a 'sin party.'” "Hmm." I try to process that, but Cassie is already pulling at my arm, desperate to get inside. I glance to my left and see a guy on top of a car, his body moving fast and hard against a woman in the shadows. They don't even seem to care that people are watching. I look away and finally head toward the entrance. I’ve spent enough time working at a club to think I’d seen it all, but this is on another level. This isn't just a party, it’s wild and risky. One wrong move and the cops would have enough reason to shut us down for good.

The deeper we walked into the pack grounds, the more raw and depraved the scenes became. A female alpha was fucking a male beta right in the middle of the main path, her thick strap-on slamming into his ass while he moaned like a bitch in heat. Another group was in a full orgy near a large bonfire — at least fifteen wolves tangled together in a mess of limbs, tongues, cocks, and pussies. Cum dripped everywhere. No one cared who was watching. I was eighteen. Pure. Innocent in every sense. But as I walked through this den of savage, unrestrained lust, something dark and terrifying stirred deep inside me.

I go smiling. As I return I see a woman talking to Ogi. Tall, dark hair and slim. She is wearing black yoga pants, small hot pink top and hot pink sneakers. Not bothered that is cold. They are talking almost intimately. I approach them. Ogi smiles at me. "There you are." He speak to me "Come meet Maemaengwahn. She's from Thunder bay." "I'm Ziigwan. Nice to meet you." I gave my fakest smile. "Boozhoo, ogimaakwe. Just call me Mae and the pleasure is all mine." She sincerely smiles "Well, I'll get off your back. See you both soon."

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As children Dyce and I were told not to engage with the “wild ones' ' who supported themselves without the need for “royal civility'. Those people were aimless wanderers who did nothing but take. When they saved me, I didn’t see my rescue quite so clearly. I was angry and took it out on them. I had lost my family and my home. All that I had known in my twelve years of life was ripped from me before I had time to even blink. They were patient with me and gave me time to learn to love and trust them. I consider them an extension of my family now. For years after I was taught the life of the wild ones, a name the people of the land found very endearing, how they lived in unison with the land. T

Android condemned it. “Android!” Zinnia looked at her dog. "Bad boy." Zinnia added. No way, you're a good boy now, Android. You belong to me. Lucas immediately stroked his dog's head. Zinnia walked closer to Lucas and took Android in her arms. Its hands were slightly touching when Zinnia took over Android. Lucas follows Zinnia inside, where Android is about to be injected with anti-rabies.

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.

Lucas was in the wilderness at the moment. Naturally, the wilderness was much more strong and capable than the Base City. There were zombies and Dark Race in the wilderness. Now that the Apocalyptic Legion was assembling zombies from all over the world, he didn't need to make any zombies. Lucas was walking on a small path. "Help!" Suddenly, a woman's voice entered his ears. Lucas used his Mind's Eye to take a look and realized that dozens of Purple-striped Tiger Dark Race were chasing after a girl of eighteen or nineteen years old。

It consists of a council of twelve. They are in the middle of a very important discussion. A Wild One that is killing the Changelings brutally for the past two years. All Wild Ones are dangerous, but this particular one is the most dangerous of them all because he seems to be a psychopath too. Brutally killing off their people in the same way; heads torn out, stomachs wide open with the intestines snatched out and scattered all over the body, all the toes of his victim bitten and chewed out. This particular one is a psychopath.