Wild Robot Book 2 Novels & Stories

"Hell no, Ram, we’re in the hospital, and since you’re wounded, I doubt you’ll be able to perform well enough to please me." Lexie said, shaking her head as she laughed again when Ram whispered. "Well, I can’t indeed, but I’m sure you can ride daddy…" -THE END Follow for book two

The little girl said with signs. “Why?” Erika continued. “I saw something in the woods.” “What did you see?” “A monster.” Erika smiled beautifully. “Monsters don’t exist.” “Yes, they do.” What she didn’t know was that Celine called monsters to the people of Valeria since the day she saw how two men of Valeria were kicking the people’s things who hadn’t paid his right to be in the market and sell their products. And she knew that because Mr. Juan had been one of those people, that was the reason why he built his little cabin away from the town. At least, Valeria never bothered him again, there were other things that did, but carrying water from the river to his cabin, or collecting fruits fro

They were monsters, created to plant nightmares in people's heads and this sight would cause Maddox again one or two sleepless nights, because before someone had put a bullet in this Iuba, he had ripped the blond woman's throat out . Maddox gritted his teeth and jumped over them outside into the garden and into a bloody hell. There were screams, wails, and sounds of pain. The Iubas growl and bite filled the air. There were so many that at first glance he couldn't see them all, but what he saw were the two little, red-haired girls on the hedge in front of the fence. And also the big Iuba, who jumped straight at her.

“I officially hate him.” I looked down at the book in my hands, my fingers tracing the worn leather cover as I stared at the silver wolf carved into the center. Beneath it were three faded golden words that seemed almost too fitting for the place I was in. Blood. Beasts. Bonds. I swallowed and carried the book over to the nearest table, where Rigina dropped into a chair with a tired groan before pulling the book toward her. “Let’s get this over with before that idiot comes back and finds another reason to insult you.”

Would someone dare hurt her in her brother’s territory? I almost trip on a branch in my hurry, but I catch myself in time, bringing me back to reality. As I walk deeper into the woods, my brain cannot help but wonder… where the hell is Wilda headed? Why does she have this much power over me? Why can't I seem to escape thoughts of her?

Wild had never been in a house before. Taking to an airbnb as their temporary housing until Kat got better. Wild... didn't know how to describe the place other than "better." It was so strange to see a real kitchen and a living room and all the rooms told in stories, but now he was there. The couple that was housing them immediately felt bad for the animal boy, seeing how he was and how utterly confused and shocked he was to see it all. Even more so when he could make himself at home here. Home was a concept he'd never understood before. He'd never had it, but to relax on the living room couch and read was nice. He left the room mostly dark besides the lamp behind him as he enjoyed himself I

“You did nothing wrong.” Her pulse refused to slow. The Northern Wolves. The book. She had taken it without understanding why, back when escape had been all instinct and terror. Taken it from Lucian’s study, heart racing as if it already knew it mattered. It told a history Wildbourne never taught. Wolves as balance. Hunters as something broken long ago. Some nights she believed it completely. Other nights, she feared it was dangerous just to read. It had become Ever’s favourite story. Now she knelt in the sandpit, holding Ever close, eyes darting as the ground beneath them seemed to hum.

I asked, curiously. “This is the book of the mate. Witches and Wolves, especially Rogues. It tells you here all you need to know about them, and the mate’s bond. Read it as soon as you’re able to, sweetheart. Every question will be answered,” Dad mentioned, handing me the heavy book. I was now curious to see what it was all about. What about Witches and Rogues could I find out? After giving my parents a kiss, I headed back to my room. I held the book against my chest while I opened the door and walked in, locking the door behind me.

I picked at a couple blades of grass that tickled my ankle. “What did you dream about?” Her eyes twinkled with intrigue. “The first dream was before the rogue attack. I dreamt of a misty forest. At first, everything was peaceful, but then there was fire, smoke, howls, screams, and cries.” “That dream feels familiar, does it not?” “The rogue attack?” My eyes flashed up to meet her eyes. “The second dream?” She dismissed my question. “I just had it a few days ago. Again a misty forest, but I watched a witch get kidnapped by werewolves.”

The wraiths lunged without warning, their claws slashing through the air. Logan met them head-on, his blade cutting through the first one, which dissolved into a puff of black smoke. Ryan hurled his rock at another, the impact staggering it long enough for Logan to strike. “That’s two,” Ryan said, trying to sound confident, though his hands were shaking. Anna held the book tightly, its glow intensifying. She instinctively raised it, and a beam of light shot out, disintegrating a wraith that was closing in on Ryan.