Wild Desires 소설 & 이야기

"Unfortunately, greediness seem to be greater than common-good." Indeed, I kept her far too long to be an expert of restraint. I do let her run free and let her fill her belly when the full moon arise which makes her even more uncontrollable. That is the only time I satiate the link between us, and though it was fulfilling, it bears great risk. Hunters and mercenaries alike make a goof bounty of big wildings and we may have been a victim once or twice, but we were lucky to escape them.

Tara knew enough about the Wild Wolf. If she could get in. The club lived up to its name. There was everything from gambling to a sex dungeon. She’d seen the women enter with their rich mates or lovers. They went there to get their rocks off. While the rabble, like Tara, worked themselves into an early grave. They didn’t get the luxury to be horny, only hungry.

But Mom nodded slowly, clearly knowing what I was thinking. "I have no other choice. And neither do you." She looked away before pinning me with her gaze. "The full force of the storm will hit here, in Wilding Springs. Everywhere else should be safe. For a while." "But not for long." I knew the stories about the Wild, the natural disaster designed to destroy the world when it was time to end, a magical cleansing so nature and the Sidhe could start again. Nothing would remain, no sign of civilization or that we had ever been on earth. There would be nowhere to run or hide, not for me, not for Meira and Sassy.

**The Wild Wolves** Aria meandered through the lush, vibrant forest, a world alive with an intricate tapestry of sights, sounds, and scents. Each step enveloped her in the rich aroma of damp earth and blooming wildflowers, the vibrant hues of greens and browns intertwining like an artist's brushstrokes across the landscape. Having spent the past few weeks in this enchanted new home amidst the towering, ancient trees and dappled sunlight, she had cultivated a deep affection for the tranquility and solace the wilderness offered—a cherished escape from the chaotic clamor of her former life.

Cameron had even been crazy enough to suggest that I take a year off and go travelling, especially to the Blood Moon Festival that was held for a course of fifteen days in a remote part of North Carolina. However, as ridiculous as the idea had sounded at first…I was now tempted to take him up on that offer. My wolf was already unstable, growling and snapping at every person possible, I couldn't risk waiting too long. There are rumors that wolves over thirty with no mates often turn rogues, a wolf who has completely given in to their animal instincts. These rogues can no longer differentiate between friends and foes and everyone around them becomes endangered. "Hey handsome…" a woman came to

In this captivating narrative, the wild and the civilized intertwined like lovers in a passionate embrace, their dance an exquisite symphony of harmony. The untamed wilderness beckoned, its untamed beauty a siren's call that stirred their very essence. And yet, amidst the chaos of the unknown, a delicate balance was struck, for love wove its enchanting spell, binding them together with an unbreakable thread. Their journey was not merely a physical one, but a profound odyssey of self-discovery and growth.

The wolf dominates with relentless force. The moon dictates. The moon owns. My body sings with strength. I don’t know how to be Mara in this primal melody. I don’t know how to be Mara at all. Power surges in unfamiliar rhythms. The forest yields to my strength. I don’t want to yield. It is wild. It is intense. It is everything. My struggle to stay Mara is endless and beautiful and impossible. The wildness leaves no space for doubt, no space for human uncertainty, no space for me. The intensity of it leaves no room. It is. It is. It is.

“You’ve got the pieces. And you’ve got us to guide you. But W.I.L.D. is also something you become through experience, through trust, and through embracing every part of yourself.” Serenya exhaled, feeling the weight of the day, the forest, the lessons, and the truth of their words settle inside her. “I… think I get it. Watchfulness, Instinct, Learning, Determination. W.I.L.D.” Solana’s presence thrummed in agreement. And you will carry it, little one. Not just for yourself… but for all who depend on you. Cheyenne ruffled her hair playfully. “Good. Now let’s see if that W.I.L.D. mind of yours can handle one more drill before sunset.”

“I wasn’t hungry.” Elara studied her for a moment, then crossed the room and set a hand on her shoulder. “Something weighs on you. You know you can tell me.” And the words spilled before Irvine could stop them. “I can’t stop seeing it. The wolf we hunted yesterday morning. Its eyes and the way it looked at me before it died.” Her voice cracked, raw with confusion. “It didn’t feel like victory. It felt wrong. And there’s more. I’ve been… I don’t know. I've been feeling very different and strange. My skin feels like it doesn’t fit in my body. And my heart is always racing fast for no reason. Also I keep dreaming of things that don’t make sense. And last night…” She hesitated, pulse thundering.

"Maybe I just wanted whiskey." "You hate whiskey." He stopped in front of her, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. "Talk to me." She wanted to lean into his touch. She wanted to let him pull her inside and make love to her until she forgot about photographs and blondes and Monte Carlo. But the image was burned into her mind now, and she couldn't shake it. "Who is Celeste?" she asked. Drake's hand froze against her ear. The silence stretched between them, thick and suffocating. She watched his face cycle through emotions she couldn't name. Surprise. Guilt. Something that looked almost like pain.