Wild Irls Novels & Stories

“Well, I definitely think I need to reach out to Dad. He would know more about that than I would. Willow is going to be heartbroken though.” I chuckled. “There are going to be quite a few people upset by this. Especially since technically, Tahlia is just a wolf. We don’t even know…” “Well, let’s not lose hope yet?”

The invitation arrived in a plain black envelope, no return address, slipped under her apartment door like a secret. Inside: a single heavy card, embossed in silver. Velvet Rope Society Saturday, 11 p.m. One night. One rule: everything is consensual. Bring only your desire. Lila had heard whispers about the club—exclusive, hidden somewhere beneath the city, a place where the wealthy and the wicked gathered to buy and sell pleasure. She’d always told herself it was myth. Fantasy fodder for late-night scrolling.

“We shouldn’t be here!” “Relax. No one will notice us.” I flicked a long strand of chestnut hair from my face and dragged her hand away. “Chill. The only threat here right now is you mauling me to death with those claws of yours.” “We’re…” She lowered her voice. “We’re seventeen. That means underage. You know that, right? Besides the fact that this is illegal.” “Loren, no one cares. We’re practically invisible.” I kept my gaze locked on Darius as I continued. “They’re about to start. Look.”

Startled, I get up from the bed and move toward the window, pulling back the curtain with trembling hands. Outside, under the moonlit sky, a large black wolf stands in the clearing. Its silhouette is striking against the silver light, casting a long shadow on the grass. The wolf’s eyes glow a deep, intense blue as it lifts its head and howls again, a sound that seems to resonate with the very essence of the night.

I think the name rings a bell. "He's talking about my cousin," it whispered to my side. I nodded. The name is familiar to me; I just don't know where I heard it. We spent a few minutes at the clinic, after which we returned to the cabin. Rezoir had a call on the phone while I was sitting by the window. Peacefully watching the ocean Since it is on an island, the signal here is weak. That's why people use the wifi here; I heard that the wifi is also from the Hill Country. "It's not that I don't believe in his credibility; I just want her to deliver safely."

Ethan tucked my hair behind my ears, I felt something at the moment. It was something I have never felt before and that sucks. I blame for his hotness. Nobody had this effect on me. “I-I like vanilla” I choke out, Ethan smiled at me warmly. My eyes have been blessed. “Hm hmmm ” “And.. I like any music except for those rap songs that makes your ears bleed.Piper like those songs” “Piper?” he cocked his eyebrow. “Yeah,my older sister” Ethan hummed at my word. “What about you?” I asked genuinely curious. “Aside from the part that you are a billionaire and you love to work.What do you like to do on weekends?”

“What’s happening to you? Don’t tell me the baby kicked again because I’m not buying it.” Claire said, irritated, as she pulled away from the hug. Lexie bit her lip and forced herself to look at Claire. “What?” She snapped. Claire raised an eyebrow at her. “You sound like you’re moaning—what’s going on with you?” Lexie suddenly burst into laughter at what she said. “R-Ram and I are playing a game—a wild, wild game.” She said, giggling. “Huh?” Her cousin asked in confusion, making her laugh again.

A wallet. He put it all back in except for the wallet, and thumbed through it with methodical precision. A New York driver's license, staten Island address. Annie Simon. Now he had a surname. He dug deeper. A library card. A membership in a Block buster video club. No credit card, no gas card , no bank card. He counted the cash in the billfold and cursed softly. No wonder she was driving on bald tires.

“Come on, loser!” “Bite me, jerk!” I call back to him. “Dude, you know she's not going to do it. She's scared of heights. And water. And fish. And lions, and tigers and bears, oh my!” Comes another teasing voice. “You are both jerks!” I yell down at them. “It's really not that bad! Just jump!” Wilder calls up to me. I look down to where he is already in the water, about sixteen feet below me.

“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.