Wild Rose Barding Novels & Stories

Outside, the wind whispered through the trees, carrying secrets older than the town itself. Together, Elias and Maris began to unravel the tangled legacy of WildWood — a legacy that would challenge everything they thought they knew about their families, their town, and the ancient darkness waiting just beneath the surface. ———— Elias pulled up a creaking chair and motioned for Maris to sit across from him. The fading light through the dusty window cast long shadows across the worn journal, their faces half-lit and half-hidden by the gathering dusk.

I thank God the dress is braless because when I notice her perky dusty rose nipples calling out to me, I don't waste time. "Crescent." she moans lowly. That is a switch to something so carnal deep within me. I ravage her nipples and breasts like a starved man. Satisfied by my work on her breasts, I trace a finger down her torso while I kiss her. I am not surprised to find her wet and ready.

I asked suddenly, as it smelled different, and saw something made into the bar that I was not familiar with using. "Those are rose petals, Alpha Caine," she responded. "Rose petals?" "Yes, the special bars are made with natural ingredients to be more pleasing to a wolf while they are in their heat. The rose petals have a sweet scent and when they are mashed when rubbed against the skin, they have a soothing ability. We also have rose oil to help moisten dried skin as well for the after-bath treatment, only if you think it will be needed, that is." "Well now," I said, raising the bar to my nose once more, taking in its fragrance. I also showed Alasia the bar in my hand. She moved her neck, wa

"She's a bar owner—you know the one." "Who are you calling a bar owner?" Naomi snapped hotly before turning to Fiona with a friendly grin. "Hi there! I don't just own a bar. I own and operate the Wilderness Clubhouse too! From what Wilson said, I'm guessing you've been a customer at our bar before? The next time you come over, look for me. I'll give you 50% off." "It's nice to meet you. I'm Fiona Randell," Fiona said. They were all so friendly that she found that rather adorable. "Sure. Let's have a drink together next time."

I then got back into my car and drove to the packhouse. I walked into the woods and sat on a tree stump, waiting for Jasmine to arrive. A stunning wolf with brown and black fur with white on her paws and on the tip of her tail sprinted out from behind some pine trees, stopping in front of me. Jasmine’s intoxicating scent wafted through the air. Her wolf was beautiful, with thick fur, brilliant amber eyes, and perfect pointed ears. She almost reminded me of a fox. For a moment I considered running my hands through her fur, wanting to know how it felt. But I resisted, knowing this was not the time or place. I stood up and put the clothes I brought onto the stump and turned around, giving her p

Especially when he escaped her remains from the morgue and burned them to ashes so that no one would know about his sudden death. He put his ashes aside and brought them inside his mansion. He buried the girl's ashes in the yard, where several different types of plants can be seen. He covered it with earth and then covered it with an old burn that was rejected as unique to all plants. Because its plant is withered and doesn't bloom anymore because it is not taken care of much. But when Gwen landed there in her yard, she immediately noticed the plant that Allen used, as a sign of the girl's ashes. He approached it and looked carefully.

“Numbers. Dates. Nothing I understood.” “Figures.” He sighed. “Come on, walk with me before you hyperventilate.” *** The corridor lights were dimmed for the night, throwing long shadows along tapestried walls. Alonso matched her steps; his shoulder brushed hers, deliberate. “You don’t strike me as the timid type,” he said. “Because I didn’t faint?” “Because your eyes are on fire.” She blinked. “Allergies.” He chuckled, genuine, warm enough to thaw the winter in her bones. Dangerous warmth.

I didn't know what I was going to meet out there in Seattle, but I knew I wanted it, and I was ready to go, my mind was made up. "Promise me that you'll be fine, Rosie." my mother came close to me, brushing my hair with her hands and gently running her hands down my arms, like her warmth will convince me to stay. Her eyes held mine in silence, communicating her desire to have me change my mind, eyes that were a mirror to mine, green like the leaves on fresh strawberries. "I will, mom. I will be fine. I can take care of myself, and I will take care of myself." I assured.

Early autumn, three years later. The coastal breeze was beginning to turn chilly. That afternoon, I went to a farm outside of town to pick up a fresh batch of white roses for my mom. The mountain road back was lined with dense pine forests. I was walking hurriedly with the bouquet in my arms, not noticing something deep in the woods watching me. Until a blood-tainted Rogue scent hit me right in the face.