Wild Novels & Stories

A soft voice, just barely audible, floated between my conscious and unconscious state. ‘Winter. Winter, don’t worry. I’ll always be here for you. Stay strong, Winter. Stay strong…’

Not blinking. Something really isc razy. I feel it deep in my bones.

Only then did I notice the hands gripping at my feet. “You will never be forgiven!” “You will never be forgiven!” I tried to call out for help yet no matter how I screamed at the top of my lungs, no sound came out of my mouth. I waved my hands, searching and finding anything I could hold onto to stop myself from being dragged deeper into the darkness. Yet no matter what I did, the hands continued to claw and pull me deeper. I… I couldn’t breathe… Am… Am I going to die? **

Something deeper. Something dangerous.

She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath and centering herself. As she concentrated on the core of her being, a surge of energy pulsed within her. It was a sensation unlike anything she had ever experienced before – a fusion of her human essence and the wild spirit of her wolf self. The connection grew stronger, a shimmering thread that connected her to the very fabric of the universe.

I whispered, my throat raw from screaming. ​Marcus laughed, a harsh, barking sound. "Not our problem. North is the only way that doesn't lead into Ally territory. You go North, you hit the Wildlands." ​The Wildlands. ​The unclaimed territory. A vast expanse of dense, frozen forests and jagged mountains inhabited only by rogues—wolves gone mad with bloodlust—and things even worse than rogues. It was a death sentence. Kaelen hadn't just exiled me; he had politely told me to go die somewhere he wouldn't have to smell the corpse.

Instinctively, I tightened my grip on his fur, the texture providing a reassuring anchor. The world blurred around us as he raced through the terrain, each powerful stride of his wolf form carrying us further away. The wind whipped past, and I could feel the raw energy coursing through his powerful body. The rhythmic pounding of his paws resonated beneath me. Adrenaline surged as I held on, the exhilaration of the ride mingling with the trust I placed in Christian's wild form. The landscape flashed by, a kaleidoscope of colors and textures. There was a freedom in this unexpected journey.

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.

She held that much hate and envy in her heart for that woman. She switched on the television and kept tuning until it came to a stop on Tom Cruise's unaging face. She sighed in content, feeling cool, but then she noticed something. Cool wasn't just a feeling, the room got colder, a sudden chill ran down her spine effortlessly, making her shiver slightly. She made her way to the thermometer, noting that it had dropped to 5°, she increased it to where she could feel the warmth again and sighed, content this time. She went back to the television where Tom Cruise's face had been replaced with the cheetah from Cheetos ad. Her phone dinged and picked it off her pocket to see a text from her cousin