Wild Novels & Stories

*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.

Sienna suspired, folding her arms across her chest as she slumped back into the sofa. “I don’t think you realize, Sienna, that our friend, the one who had her heart broken years ago and has refused to even entertain the idea of dating anyone, has fucked a dangerous and, not to mention, incredibly fucking hot criminal. It’s exciting!” Disregarding the disgusting grimace plastered on Sienna’s face, Anja turned her full attention back to Zoe. “Come on, give me all the deets. How big was it?” “You’re actually disgusting, Anja,” Sienna snapped. “This whole conversation is gross. He kills people. Am I the only one who recognizes how fucked up this is?”

The seal inside him sits like a heavy stone in his gut, silent and dormant, mocking him with its stillness. A low vibration starts in the soles of his boots. It’s not the rhythmic thumping of sparring men, but a chaotic, rapid drumbeat. Aiden turns his head just as a massive shape explodes from the tree line. It is a wolf, larger than any natural animal, a blur of grey fur and muscle tearing across the grass. It kicks up divots of earth, flinging them into the air as it moves with terrifying speed. Its eyes are locked onto Aiden, burning with a feral, predatory hunger that freezes the blood in his veins.

However, we are wild beings, with an insane hunger and need for freedom, it is imposible to cage us, we are the definition of wild, trying to supress our wolves has never ended well for us, It could be like a split personality, the wolf in us, it takes time to merge, it gets harder and painful if we try to supress it, and unlike myths, we do not need to kill to activate it, because contrary to popular belief, it is not a curse, but a gift, a blessing. "Hi," I hear, and turn my gaze to the person, I see a young woman. "Hello." I smile at her, her eyes widening. "Hi," She smiles, then chuckles with embarassment at her repetition,

Hyun was breathing heavily feeling the numbing pain inside his body. "W h y... I... n e e d... e n e m i e s... w h e n... I... h a v e... f r i e n d s... l i k e... y o u.... y o u... ****** ****** ******** ****** ******* ***** " (The words are censored by the author) ..... Zayn put his fingers on the pulse of the unconscious wolf spirit as he closed his eyes. The pulse was irregular and slow.

Stavros’s POV The car sped along the highway that took me through the boreal forest, high Alpine, and rolling tundra until we reached a desolate village. I knew the place since I had come here before. It was the Wild Wain Village, the territory of the Wind Wolves. The place was cold, desolate, and uninhabitable, submerged in darkness because the clouds hanging low completely blocked the pale rays of the Midnight sun.

The sound was bright and raw, a sharp, cutting presence that echoed across the endless sea. Gabriel and Lucas watched in awe, their reactions a fierce, living energy, a bright, unyielding presence that filled the space with life and the thrill of discovery. Amelia's wolf form stood proudly at the cliff's edge, a wild, uncontained force, a sharp, living energy that filled the space with life and the thrill of the unknown. It was larger and more magnificent than either of them expected, a bright, vivid presence that filled the space with life and the thrill of discovery.

The animal regarded her with curiosity, and then turned and disappeared into the woods. Zoe watched the wolf disappear into the darkness, feeling a strange sense of connection to the animal. She knew that she had just witnessed something extraordinary, and she couldn't wait to explore the forest even further. Zoe's heart raced as she tried to follow the black wolf through the dense forest. She had never felt such a strong pull to anything before, and it was exhilarating. Every time she thought she had lost the animal, she would catch a glimpse of it again, teasing her with its presence.

he decided to wait for her to either calm down or talk to them. The silence stretched on as Wild looked around once more before sitting down. He could wait. Nobody was coming yet. "Wild, what's going on?" Jon whispered, to which Wild quickly shushed him. He stared up expectantly, waiting for her to recognize him as non-threatening and speak up. It took longer than either of them really liked, but if people were searching on the director's order, they weren't in Wild's range. "W-what are you..?" She finally asked. There was a guttural sound to her voice, like a growl

Mountains, towering and majestic, rise from a vast, rolling plain. In the distance, I see a fierce battle unfolding. The Ashwalker wolves, their furs blaze with an otherworldly light, are locked in combat with another pack. Their howls, filled with pain and desperation, pierce the air. A wave of empathy washes over me, a deep connection to their suffering.