Wild Rider Novels & Stories

But he wasn't giving- up on her. Thunder rolled, and rain started pouring as the waitress set his steaks before him. He scowled out the window. Hating the thought of his mate out there in the rattletrap piece of junk. He'd checked out out her vehicle at the camp- ground last night while she was taking her shower, all of her tires were bad, worry robbed him of his appetite. He got up and paid for the uneaten food, and stared out at the slashing rain , cursing under his breath. It was insanely stupid to go out into that weather in any vehicle, let alone a motorcycle. But he wouldn't let his mate out there all by herself,he pulled on his helmet and heeded out the door.

I felt the broken glass pepper my body as my ribs protested. Something warm trickled down my face but my adrenaline started pumping. A rogue was trying to rip the windshield out. Thankfully, I managed to get my feet up and land a kick right to its nose, forcing it back. As quickly as possible, my wolf came forward. Shifting into a beautiful silver beast. Her name was Sierra and she was fierce. From what I could see, all the rogues were not as rabid as I would expect. They weren’t foaming at the mouth but their actions were wild.

“Wei spotted. He has four men with him. One car only. Two minutes.” Saint clenched his jaw and glanced at Hudson. “Don’t go off the rails too soon.” “Worry about getting the right information from him and I’ll keep myself in check,” he said. “I make no such fucking promises,” Wilder said, his eyes looking feral. “But while we wait for him, why doesn’t Pinocchio masturbate?” I grinned and glanced at him. “Why not, Wilder?” “Forest fires,” he said, threw his head back and laughed loudly. “You know, wood on wood.”

“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 hold onto it to secure myself and once he sees I’m well placed and comfortable he swoops into the night taking me along with it. Its wild at first and I’m scared shitless. Suddenly I’m pulled forward while riding on a wolf on high speed. The wind crashed painfully unto my face until I get the hang of. In minutes I let my body relax feeling nature and the wind. He does trick jumping off rocks and over thick and high shrubs around like it’s a silly game. I can hold by my laugher as well as some point. I let him take me to wherever he wants to, having so much fun for one finally time with him just being butt naked underneath all those clothing.

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.