Wild Kratts Novels & Stories

Tora called from the porch, half-laughing as she ducked a flying cracker. “They are in toddler law,” Chelsea said, reaching down to grab her three-year-old son, Darian, who had somehow climbed onto the cooler. “Kid, you’re going to get a cold butt and a concussion.” “No I’m not,” Darian said confidently, as if that logic made him immune to injury. “You’re three. You literally got stuck in your own shirt yesterday.” Darian, undeterred, wriggled free of his mom’s grasp and ran toward Serenya, who stood under the shade of a tree. “Can Miss Wiggles give us a ride?!”

Kaitlyn suddenly gasped, pointing toward the large screen. I followed her gaze and my breath caught. There he was. Slade. In full black gear, helmet in hand, walking toward his car like he owned the damn track. The camera followed his every move, fans screaming his name from every direction. He had that same calm, cocky expression that used to drive me crazy, but now it just made my heart ache. “That’s his car,” Kaitlyn said proudly. “He calls her Bluebird.” I swallowed hard. Even his car had a cool name.

At least they were familiar faces in this madhouse. But before I could take a single step toward them, a hand clamped onto mine. I turned, and my breath caught. Kika. Her eyes burned into mine, both her hands wrapped in thick bandages, crutches tucked awkwardly under her arms. How the hell is she even here? I thought, my stomach twisting. I paralyzed her… “Congratulations on becoming the 100th wild cat,” Kika said with a faint smile, her voice surprisingly calm. “Thank you,” I replied, trying to mirror her expression, though my gaze kept drifting to her bandaged arms. She looked like she was barely standing. “I’m really sorry for all this,” I added, gesturing toward her injuries.

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.

"The Draconis triplets share a single mate. It's a dragon thing—apparently when they're hatched as multiples, they're destined to share. Their mate is some water elemental. I've only seen her once, but she's gorgeous—all ethereal and glowy.'“ "They sound angry," Lyric observes, listening as another bone-rattling roar shakes the building. The sound stirs something primitive in her, an instinctive recognition of apex predators that makes her Omega want to hide behind her Alpha. Riley turns from the window, her expression gleeful. "Oh, that's not anger. Well, the last one was definitely territorial, but the first two? Those were pleasure roars." "Pleasure roars?" Lyric repeats, her amber eyes w

I bet he was the one being auctioned yet his aura still gave off dominance despite his hands being handcuffed. “We’re just on time. That’s him,” Kyle whispered. Huh? Putting aside the fact that he was tall and physically fit, he was not as scary as I expected him to be. Was it just me stereotyping? I mean… Since Kyle mentioned that Xavier Hawthorn was a mercenary, I expected that he would scare me the first time I set my eyes on him.

This prompts Krystal to transform into her wolf form and dash towards the Black Swan Pack, where her parents, the Alpha and Luna, reside. Upon reaching the border of her territory, she alerted her parents that her brother and Shay had been taken. In response, her parents dispatched trackers to the last known location to investigate the incident. Among them was a seer with the ability to perceive past events through touch. The seer provided Alpha Sam and Luna Cris with insights, revealing that rogues seeking a ransom had captured them.

"Ssshhhh... it's okay." "Get away from me! Let me go!" "I'm not letting you go until you calm down," Xander said firmly. "Kalyssa, you know it's true!" Cruz said. "Do you remember the gray wolf you hit with your car that night?" I nodded, trying to focus. "Yeah." "Remember when you woke up and I was on your couch... where you had left the wolf?" Cruz asked. "Yeah." He smirked. "Remember when I ate the steak you had left... for the wolf?"

He came back a minute later and grabbed his tea from the table. “I’m going into watch television. Lizard Lick Towing is on.” “He’s obsessed with the show,” Mom explained at my shocked look. “I think he has a crush on that Amy girl. She’s badass, she is.” My fifty-two-year-old mother should not say badass. Mind you, my eighty-year-old Nana probably shouldn’t swear like a drunken sailor either, but there we go. “Mother, are you going to shut your eyes for half an hour before your medication?”

She has just gone for a run that it that is all it is. I call my soon to be beta, Bradley since I trust him with my life, I know he was not the best with Kayla to start with but that was only because he did not know who she was, and he thought she was just a horse. Bradley meets me near the forest, and I tell him what has happened and just that we need to find Kayla I have a bad feeling. Bradley suggests that she is just somewhere on the territory, and we head of.