Wild Novels & Stories

Guided by her intuition, she followed the invisible thread that led her to a secluded part of the forest. There, amidst the dense foliage, she discovered a sight that both captivated and saddened her. A lone wolf, fierce and untamed, roamed with a restless energy. The creature's coat which must have been once vibrant and sleek, was now matted and unkempt. Its eyes, once filled with life, held a haunting glimmer of enormous pain. She immediately recognised him as the last surviving member of the Blackwood pack.

Bloodshot eyes, finger pointing past Aaron’s shoulder. “What was what?” Aaron turned lazily. And stopped. A wolf stood at the edge of the undergrowth, having apparently materialized from nothing. Large — very large, larger than any dog, larger than anything that had any business being in a Vermont ravine in October. Black and grey, with eyes the color of winter sky. It had kicked Aaron’s empty beer can aside on its way out of the brush, and it stood looking at him with an expression that no domestic animal had any right to wear.

Not my life, so not my life. I'm finally in the woods and I feel calm immediately. What's it about the woods? Is it a werewolf thing? Being in the woods feels like being in a cool river. Calm and peaceful. All I can hear are the trees dancing, the birds chirping and the wind going on a journey and they pass through me as they do that. I just love the woods. My eyes are closed and my head is held up high enjoying the peace.

He felt an unfamiliar surge of emotions, consuming him like a tempest. "Mate," growled his wolf, Varmint, a single word that reverberated through the forest, setting off a chain reaction of rage and fury. He was propelled into action, charging through the forest with a primal need to see his mate, to save her, to ensure her breath persisted.

[LILA] Lila races through the dense forest, her paws striking the earth with relentless speed. The world around her is a blur, the scents of moss and bark barely registering as she focuses solely on the chase. Ahead, the blue-eyed wolf’s scent grows fainter, but Lila pushes herself harder, determined to close the distance. Her instincts scream at her to catch up, to protect, to keep the young wolf within her reach.

KEILAH I was wandering into the woods, my senses alive with the crisp scent of pine and the soft rustle of leaves underfoot. A tranquil solitude enveloped me, wrapping around my soul like a comforting embrace. But then, as if nature had scripted a sudden twist, the serenity fractured. A distant howl pierced the air, stirring a primal fear within. It was joined by others, a haunting chorus echoing through the trees. My heart quickened its pace, mirroring the urgency of the wilderness around me. I turned to retrace my steps, only to find my path obscured by an impenetrable thicket.

Visibility plummeted to near zero, and even Tristan's acute wolf senses struggled to penetrate the veil. The storm's fury intensified, and a flash flood swept through the valley, washing away tracks and scents. Tristan adapted, drawing upon his knowledge of the terrain and wolf behavior to navigate the chaos. Just when it seemed impossible to continue, a faint howl pierced the storm's cacophony. Tristan's heart racing, he followed the cry, his wolf instincts guiding him through the tempest.

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“Come on, loser!” “Bite me, jerk!” I call back to him. “Dude, you know she's not going to do it. She's scared of heights. And water. And fish. And lions, and tigers and bears, oh my!” Comes another teasing voice. “You are both jerks!” I yell down at them. “It's really not that bad! Just jump!” Wilder calls up to me. I look down to where he is already in the water, about sixteen feet below me.

The sheer number of wolves involved sent chills down his spine. Talia’s strength and energy exploded from her as she raced into the woods. She hadn’t been able to run for a couple of weeks. Luca had been too busy, and everyone didn’t think she should go alone. She missed being able to take off whenever she wanted, and it felt invigorating. The air pumping into her lungs was fresh. Her fur tingled under a slight breeze. Running as fast as her legs could move, the forest blurred past her. She didn’t slow down until she reached a sparkling stream. It looked inviting, so she stopped to take a drink. Moss covered the banks of the stream, along with delicate stemmed pink flowers. The water swirled