Wild Novels & Stories

And that's when a brilliant idea strikes my mind. The water....it can cover scents...what if it can also cover heat to some extent? Plus I was really thirsty. With tired limbs,I struggled to move towards the stream. Vary of every little noise, coming around me. 30 minutes into the rogue lands. And I sees it finally. A river flooding with water. Jumping into it, my wolf form immediately freezes under the - ve temperature of the water. My brown coat darkening as my body shivered. But I didn't cared.

The Water Nation, renowned for its pristine waters and breathtaking landscapes, was about to host the annual werewolf competition, an event that brought together the most skilled and talented werewolves from all corners of the werewolf world. As the trio arrived at the edge of the Water Nation's territory, they were awestruck by the sheer beauty that unfolded before their eyes. Crystal-clear lakes shimmered under the sun's rays, waterfalls cascaded down moss-covered rocks, and lush vegetation painted the landscape in vibrant hues. The air was filled with the refreshing scent of the sea, mingling with the earthy aroma of the surrounding forests.

However, his progress was halted when a massive wolf leapt in front of him, its jaws gaping and its eyes flashing with deadly intent. Alister's mind raced as he assessed the situation. The wolf was clearly a beta, but that didn't mean it wasn't a formidable opponent. Its black coat was mottled with patches of fiery red fur, which seemed to glow in the light of the moon. Alister could sense the raw power emanating from the creature, and he knew he would have to be quick and decisive if he wanted to take it down.

He whispered to me hoarsely, his forehead pressed against mine. “My pleasure,” I told him and finally brought myself to step away from him."Let's go." I led the way towards the battlefield, but in my mind, I connected with my people. Charge of plans. Rhys's P.O.V: "My pack has about three hundred and ninety three wolves, cubs included. It's located in Saudi Arabia, south of Nizwa, on the brink of the Wahiba Sands. The place is called 'Jever' which probably means jewels in Hindi. And my pack is called the WildRain, which...I think you already know, since my warriors already spilled the beans on everything."

"What's wrong, baby?" "This", she gestured at the chicken. "Is wrong, what is wrong with this place?", everyone had started to look at their table as she was causing a scene. "First, they serve me a Chardonnay that tastes like turtle's sweat and now they give me this ugly looking ass chicken?", she got up immediately. "I can't deal with this", she walked out. To say he was shocked was an understatement, nothing about her behaviour was weird, not at all. It's perfectly normal for a woman to know what turtle's sweat tastes like and chickens now look ugly, how interesting. He's engaged to a psychotic freak, he knew that for sure. He walked out behind her and caught up with her right outside the

But hopefully, this would just be the standard, run-of-the-mill, confused rogue. We followed the scent to a rocky hill that turned into a mountain, continuing up some rugged terrain. We dug our sharp claws into the stone, making our way up quickly and efficiently, stopping at a plateau partway up. Resting on the ledge, looking over the forested land, was a she-wolf with thick, dark-brown fur and icy-blue eyes. The three of us instantly surrounded her as she got up onto her four legs, turning to face us. She slowly moved her head, making eye contact with each of us one by one, her face emotionless.

Leaves and twigs crushed beneath his weight as he sprinted through the underbrush, the wildness of the wilderness matching the untamed fury in his heart. As he raced deeper into the woods, memories of the encounter with Alpha Drake and Amanda, coupled with what happened at Jane's home tore at William's heart. He had heard stories of lone wolves seeking solace in the embrace of nature, finding peace amidst the untamed beauty of the forest. In his anger and confusion, he hoped that the wilderness would grant him the clarity he so desperately needed.

Their leader is a black wolf with blue eyes, and he wants to stand on the high cliff and declare war on his opponent. The Red Wolve did not dare to stop but only dared to lean to the side. Wolves usually have gray and yellow fur, but with wolves having white, black, and red fur is very special. The black wolf that received the order to distract Windy was just a wolf with yellow fur because to distract the opponent, he disguised himself to look like Ezra.

Smiling softly at the strength that the woman was trying to lend her. It made her heart beat faster; she was beginning to have feelings for the wolf. Candy didn’t look like she would be the affectionate type to Annie, with her wild pink streaked blue hair. Her arms were bare in the tank top she had on, showing arms that were muscular from beating away at her drums. Her shorts didn’t do much to cover up legs that were toned and strong from hours spent running.

He needed space, distance, anything to quiet the rage he didn't want to direct at Quill. He ran without direction, weaving through the trees and leaping over fallen logs. The wind rushed past him, carrying faint scents he didn't recognize. It wasn't until he slowed, panting lightly, that he realized how far he'd gone. The unfamiliar stretch of forest felt different. A sudden sound caught his attention. The snap of a branch. He turned sharply, ears pricking as he noticed the scent. Before he could react, a group of wolves emerged, their eyes fixed on him. The largest stepped forward, growling low. He tried to back away, but they moved too quickly, surrounding him.