Wild Rider Novels & Stories

“You’ve got the pieces. And you’ve got us to guide you. But W.I.L.D. is also something you become through experience, through trust, and through embracing every part of yourself.” Serenya exhaled, feeling the weight of the day, the forest, the lessons, and the truth of their words settle inside her. “I… think I get it. Watchfulness, Instinct, Learning, Determination. W.I.L.D.” Solana’s presence thrummed in agreement. And you will carry it, little one. Not just for yourself… but for all who depend on you. Cheyenne ruffled her hair playfully. “Good. Now let’s see if that W.I.L.D. mind of yours can handle one more drill before sunset.”

As children Dyce and I were told not to engage with the “wild ones' ' who supported themselves without the need for “royal civility'. Those people were aimless wanderers who did nothing but take. When they saved me, I didn’t see my rescue quite so clearly. I was angry and took it out on them. I had lost my family and my home. All that I had known in my twelve years of life was ripped from me before I had time to even blink. They were patient with me and gave me time to learn to love and trust them. I consider them an extension of my family now. For years after I was taught the life of the wild ones, a name the people of the land found very endearing, how they lived in unison with the land. T

I glare at him, hands on my waist as I pant like I ran a marathon. “You did well” Ride comes to my side smiling stupidly pulling his tongue piercing in-between his teeth. I’ve found a home in the badlands, home of people who were just misunderstood, rogues who have been cast out of their packs, regretted mates, the few who survived an accident at their packs, or people who don’t like to be bound by the rules, generally, it’s a freedom land they only termed them bad because society found anyone, not in a pack is no wolf.

“Give me her whereabout and you're free to go. Alive.” “As you can see, blocker.” Rio grinned and stretched out his arms, sneering. “I only brought the ax, the clothes and the robe I wore. Besides, how could you expect me to know what you're talking to me about?” “Wolvire,” his enemy spoke a name angrily. “You know very well what it is, damn human! Give it me the information or you will die!” “I don't want to die.” Rio grinned again, his expression pale and strange under the blue moonlight. “I must add I'm sorry. I don't have anything information you talk about. Just go to hell!”

My lips parted. She nodded, “Hop on so we can start,” She tapped on Adela and they started moving. I turned to Alister and hopped on his back although I kind of struggled because he’s really tall and big. Once I sat on his back, Alister neighed and rushed forward. I held onto his neck and leaned forward to avoid falling. “Oh, look, you don’t even need riding lessons anymore! Alister has your back, Feyre. He’ll guide you,” Vienna chuckled, riding alongside me.

But no. I didn’t want peace. I wanted war. The kind that tears through your chest and makes you feel something again. The kind that makes your name taste like smoke in their mouths. I didn’t just want Rafael to regret losing me, I wanted him to suffer for it. And if that made me toxic, if that made me reckless, then so be it. I’d been the good girl long enough. So I did something I never imagined I’d do. I set my sights on Ram Jordan.

***** Jeweled had smelt them even before he saw them. The two riders. One of them smelt fully human not just that he smelt of power and hunger. While the other one smelled different. Her scent caught him off guard, it was clear and bright beneath the cold foggyness of the morning. He walked closer to them in his wolf form, he was as silent as shadow, and his paws sinking into mud. From behind the trees, he saw them: Garrick Liason, the infamous hunter, and at his side the girl.

Iris moaned, her tits bouncing wildly as he pounded into her from behind. Cathy couldn’t help but stare. The fantasy she had played over and over in her mind for a long time was happening right in front of her, more vivid and visceral than any dream. She had wondered for months how to bridge the gap, how to make the first move in this strange, blended family dynamic. But today, the heat and the proximity had finally broken her resolve. She decided right then to go with the flow, she saw a dildo just close to where she stood she picked it up and decided to use it to please herself while convincing herself that he is her stepbrother which means joining in isn't allowed.

And I get to look like the ungrateful, dramatic girl too stubborn to accept help for her child. “He’s good,” I whispered. “He’s ruthless,” Alex corrected. “There’s a difference.” I opened social media again — I shouldn’t have — but curiosity was a drug. Top trend: #MayaCollins Second trend: #50MillionChoice Third: #IntegrityOrInsanity Then another: #RichardStoneSaint I wanted to scream. Instead, I stared at the tiny line of my mother’s heart rhythm on the monitor. Steady. Fragile. “He’s spinning a story,” Alex said, “and the world loves a martyr billionaire.”

“Hey, you! Are you ready?” Gadriel, with a big smile on his face, nodded. He was wearing jeans, a blue and white checkered shirt, boots and a hat. He was totally a cowboy. Now, after so many years of asking his grandmother and father to teach him how to ride a horse, and after it had been the same Valeria Valladolid who told him not to do it until he was older, it seemed like it was herself who was pushing her grandson to danger. “Okay! I like it! You’re dressed for the occasion. Come here, my little cowboy!”