Wild Robot Book 2 Novels & Stories

Fire cannot be the only thing I can do if I am indeed part witch. "If I stay and let you touch me and feed for as long as you want, do you promise not to kill us, at least immediately?" Rogue one seemed to ponder on this. "What's in it for you, Wolf?" And then something clicked in my head and I smirked. "This." I stretched out a hand and turned him to ash. Unfortunately, I hadn't stretched out my hand to the second rogue because he jumped forward to attack. Immediately, Makayla found a log of wood, snapped it into two and stabbed him in the heart and he fell to the floor. Dead.

And trust me when I say—Book 2 is going to be about survival in ways that will make Book 1 look like a warm-up. Because here's what I need you to understand: We're only getting started. Book 1 was about Ivy finding her place in a world that didn't want her. Book 2? Book 2 is about Ivy TAKING her place and burning down anyone who tries to stop her. It's about Ares proving that he's not just some control freak with a hero complex—he's a man who will literally take a bullet for a child that isn't even his because he loves that child's mother beyond reason. It's about Lucas learning that sometimes the world is scary and unfair but his mama is ALWAYS going to fight for him.

I didn't know what kind of contract had been attached to it, but there were so many words that I didn't even want to read it. "Then just write down both your names and mine, and it's all done," Jared said, still on the line with me. I immediately scrolled to the final page of the document and filled in the blanks as quickly as I could. Suddenly, Jared began to chuckle under his breath. I genuinely still couldn't understand how his temperament could change so easily like that. All of a sudden, my computer shook violently, and its screen turned pink. Then, I heard a robotic female voice say, "Congratulations on completing the contract mission! You have successfully formed a bond with your targ

The air felt heavier now, as if it carried more than moisture—something invisible and watching. His backpack lay half-buried in the sand, soaked but intact. He fished out the leather-bound notebook he’d carried everywhere since he was thirteen—the one with the stories, the nightmares, the dreams he could never fully explain. Inside were drawings of forests that bled, oceans that whispered, and a woman with hollow eyes and hands covered in roots. He had drawn her before he ever heard of WildWood. Before he heard the name Emily. Before he knew that she was family.

Little did I know, the spark was about to become a raging inferno, courtesy of something far beyond the mortal realm. It started on a rainy Friday night. I’d come home exhausted from a long week, my blouse clinging to my skin from the downpour outside. I kicked off my heels, letting them thud against the hardwood floor, and poured myself a glass of merlot. The apartment felt emptier than usual; my last girlfriend had left months ago, citing my “workaholic tendencies” as the reason. Truth be told, I missed the warmth of a body next to mine, the soft curves and whispered promises in the dark. To distract myself, I rummaged through the old box of junk in my closet— relics from my rebellious pha

And arms that feel like they could carry the whole damn world and still have a hand free to bring me a drink. I drift over to the dessert table with my cousin Kira, grabbing a slice of red velvet while trying to settle my nerves. Stink hands me a drink on his way to chat with his parents, and I take a grateful sip. Sweet and fizzy, just like this new chapter I’m trying to write for myself. As I sit beside Kira, I ask with a grin, “Babies kicking yet?” She groans playfully. “Girl, kicking? They are doing full-on acrobatic routines. I think one of them moonwalked earlier.”

" I looked around and realised that the winds blowing made all the leaves surround me in a circular manner Like they were engulfing me to soothe me The water in the lake looked a lot more blue Like blue lights were being emitted by the water The old man passed me a reassuring smile "She is here son watching you....telling you she is here with you...." I found an unknown courage inside me and got up on my feet "Don't worry Ezra your mate is coming ....you can't die unless your wolf defeats me.....the thunder wolf may have power of thunder but I have power of love.."

The moon hung in the sky like a brilliant, oversized flashlight. Lila leaned her forehead against the window pane. It felt cool and soothing. Peering into the illuminated night, she looked out onto the mountain in hopes of spotting Marcus and his pack approaching the castle. She’d had no word from Ben about the rescue Jasper and the werewolves were planning for her, but this would be the prime time for them to do it. She closed her eyes and tried to visualize Jasper in his wolf form as he raced through the woods with the pack, but the pain in her back wouldn’t allow her mind to focus.

My bones begin to snap and move under my skin, but I ignore the pain. I'm growling loudly and ferociously. I can feel my body shifting. The look of shock on the molester's faces brings me utter joy. My mother's wolf spirit has finally come, and I'm going to tear these vile creatures to pieces. When I'm done shifting, I give control entirely over to my mother's wolf. The men don't even have time to put their disgusting penises back in their pants before they have lost them. We rip their heads off their bodies and claw open their chests. I want them in pieces. Unrecognizable clumps of blood and skin will do. Being dead is not good enough!

When everyone in the hotel started stairing at Alpha Rasmore after his wolf howled and calling the foreigner "mate," he rushed out of the hotel. "Quickly, take me to the Blind Forest." He urged his assistant, letting him take the lead. He was not mistaken. That foreign girl was his mate. But how? He had really tried hard to keep himself from following her. Her lemon-like natural scent made his nose twitch. His wolf wanted to be let out to mark her.