Wild Robot Novels & Stories

Though she was a virgin, she knew exactly how it was done, thanks to the various adult sites her cousin Claire frequently visited on her computer. But this was the first time she had seen a man doing it live, right in front of her. Not to mention that the man was Ram Jordan—the ridiculously handsome multi-billionaire. And God forbid, he had no idea that she was there. ‘Live… I am seeing this live?’ She whispered again, suddenly feeling like she needed to pee. Her lower abdomen felt tight, and even though she was innocent, she knew this wasn’t something that could be relieved by just going to the bathroom.

Ryan smashed his way through the Rogues, His presence seemed to attract their attention as most of the rogues gave up climbing, and charged straight to attack him. Ryan growled loudly and attacked head-on, bursting to the side of the wolf, throwing it out of his way, his huge jaws clamping down on the wolf nearby and crushing it in an instant. Another Rogue tried to jump on his back, he turned midway and caught one of its legs a shook his head vigorously, the body of the rogues bounced around like a rag doll before Ryan threw him away. His paws scratched and tore through the flesh of the approaching wolves, one by one. Within minutes, seven of the rogue wolves were dead. Ryan looked around t

Luckily for me, Jax was one step ahead of me and had shielded us from the three pointy, life taking daggers by pushing the guitar’s broad base in front of us. “YOU ARE SO DEAD, ZHEN,” Dad shouted from behind but he was halted in his tracks as an army of possessed wolves and dragons suddenly formed a barricade between us and a fleeing Zhen ! “Shit. These are the rogue wolves that had died not long back. Someone possessed them !” Rob mindlinked me. “Possessed creatures are so much more difficult to fight off,” he wailed. “I am beginning to wish that they were alive instead,” he complained.

It wasn’t every day I got to see the Savage himself at one of these races. I tilted my head skyward, spotting rows upon rows of werewolves lining the rooftops of the buildings–the onyx sky dappled with the brilliant glow of their eyes. It was a kaleidoscope of color as they peered around, leaving warped, mystical shapes in their wake. My attention snagged toward a woman standing a few people to our left, raising her candy-red blouse and flashed her chest toward the bikers. Her shrill voice carried over the crowd despite the noise as she shouted, “Savage! Hey Savage! Look here, baby!”

“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.”

I shouted, my voice trembling with a mix of rage and desperation. The door creaked open anyway. I was ready to scream, ready to tear into whoever had the nerve to ignore the 'closed' sign, until the door swung wide and I saw him. Robby Maddox. He was twenty-four, a former college athlete who looked like he’d been carved out of granite. He had a strong, square jaw and arms that looked built for the sole purpose of holding a woman down and making her beg. He stood at six-foot-three, and his hazel eyes always had this way of looking at me that made me feel like he was undressing me right there in the hallway.

“But you get my point.” “Yeah, I do.” Wilder bites his lip as if he’s thinking carefully about something. Then he says, “Do you want a fight?” “What do you mean?” “Do you want to kill some Ravagers?” “Always.” He laughs. “You’re not even going to ask what I’m talking about?” “I can’t picture a scenario where I wouldn’t want to kill Ravagers.” *** The trap Wilder sets is the first use of magic I’ve ever just fucking fallen in love with. It’s also probably the most insane thing I’ve ever seen in my life.

Rogues didn't usually bother hiding when they'd already decided a pack was too weak to fight back, and something cold and immediate dropped through her stomach at the recognition, because she knew, with total certainty, exactly what this was going to require of her. Ezra was two miles out checking snare lines. Petra couldn't shift anymore, hadn't been able to in years. Milo was twelve, all elbows and no training. That left Wren and Sable and whatever the two of them could manage against three rogues who'd clearly done this before — the loose, confident formation of wolves who'd tested weak packs and won often enough to stop being careful about it. "Get Milo inside," Wren said, already moving

But then we heard foreign growls of wild wolves and their heavy pawing sound. " The wild wolves have detected our scents. Xavier and Loren hurry," I talked in my Wolf's voice as I shot two shafts of aura at them. It was a quick mana transfer to Loren and Xavier to increase their speed. These wild wolves were savages who could kill their own kind and eat them. Yes, everything living in mist forest is weird. ARGH

And it was close. Everyone was on their feet in an instant. Weapons were in hands. Rhydian and Kellan were at the edge of the clearing, peering into the trees. "What was that?" someone whispered. "It didn't sound like a wolf." "It wasn't," Rhydian said, his voice tense. "It was a Rougarou." "What's a Rougarou?" I asked. Kellan answered, his knife ready. "A broken wolf. One whose bond has been severed but didn't fade. They go mad. They live in the wild places between territories. They feel the hole where their pack was every second. It makes them… vicious."