Wild Novels & Stories

Wilson lived in the wild for a week. Never staying in a place for more than a day. The beasts of the forest seemed to hate him, constantly searching, or rather tracking him down. Or perhaps, they were just attracted by the sweet, sweet smell of cooked hyena flesh. It did not matter what kind of place he decided to seek shelter in, there would always be at least four different kinds of beasts coming after him, leaving him o choice but to be on the run. By the end of the week, he had changed locations twelve times, a maximum of four times in a day. Wilson sighed as he remembered the day he had to change locations four times in one day.

Without hesitation, the wolf darted back into the depths of the forest, a spectral figure blending seamlessly with the moonlit foliage. Drew, compelled by an inexplicable force, pursued the enigmatic white wolf. The forest, alive with whispers of ancient tales, seemed to guide him through the labyrinth of shadows and moonbeams. The chase became a dance between the human and the untamed, a journey that blurred the lines of reality and the mystical.

"my thoughts exactly, what you got in mind?" "Our hidden firework stash in the barn" "Yes," Acre says with a big grin, I can feel the excitement radiating off him, his wolf Forest is jumping around with excitement and Abyss my wolf he's just as excited, he's tipping at me. All of a sudden I feel Acres excitement deflate and Forest is on alert, Acre has frozen staring at the t.v. screen, in confusion I turn to see what he's looking at and there she is on the screen clinging to another girl, I looked closely at her long brown hair and big wide brown eyes, she was radiating fear

Peace begins to make some sneaky move making me realise she's about to leave me alone with these random guys. Ah! this idiot would do anything to get some d*** inside her. she waves her stupid hands at me signifying her disappearance. Great! I mutter to myself. I suddenly begin to feel bored having no familiar face around sucks pretty much. "Hey, a guy greeted." "Hi" "I'm Andrew." "Vivian" "Nice meeting you Vee, I've heard a lot about you." "Guess you are one of Peace's friends then." "Yeah, she flaunts about you every time, saying how amazing you are."

Maybe another gift of been a giant and giantess, they have so many gifts. "I'm going to shoot this one this time " Angus said as he rode his horse towards the deer. " Not if I get there first " Magnus said and followed him immediately. All of a sudden who heard a loud shrilling growl and we were all surrounded by a black wolf like dog. It's eyes were as red as blood, it's claws sharp. There were so many of them that I couldn't count " what's that " I asked Derek who drew me closer to his body.

The world blurs around me as we dart through the forest, dodging trees and leaping over roots and streams. The wilderness is both an ally and an obstacle, providing cover and challenging us with its unpredictable terrain. My wolf's instincts are sharp, her senses hyper-alert, every sight, sound, and scent magnified. She senses water bodies before we see them, hears the rustle of small creatures in the underbrush, and smells the approach of other predators—though none as dangerous as the ones we're fleeing from.

What a monster. ************

My wolf ! Noooooo !

*River* The thrum of energy courses through me as I lead the pack through the forest, our paws pounding against the earth in a synchronized rhythm. The scent of pine and damp earth fills my lungs, blending with the adrenaline that surges through my veins. Each leap and bound sends a thrill through my wolf, a heady mix of urgency and determination. I can feel the bond with my pack tightening, a shared purpose binding us as we race toward the Lycan castle.

*Aaron* The water rushed past me, loud and relentless, a savage contrast to the chaotic storm swirling in my mind. I stood on the riverbank, paws sinking into the cool snow, the scent of damp fur and fish rising in the air. Fishing seemed like a mundane pursuit, a trivial distraction to occupy my beast, but my mind was a cacophony, echoing the gravity of my situation. I clawed at the ground, a futile effort against the turmoil within—fate had maliciously thrust Winter into my life, and I was left grappling with the implications.