Wild Sin Novels & Stories

Sienna tosses her empty glass away onto a silver tray and turns to face the crowd. "I guess human charity cases don't know how to handle expensive things," Sienna sneers loudly. She looks at Jaslyn with pure disgust. "Look at her—weak, pathetic, and utterly useless to our pack." The word weak echoes through the quiet ballroom. Something ancient and violent snaps inside my head. The thin thread of political restraint holding my wolf back dissolves into nothing. My vision tints with a dark, bloody red. A literal roar tears out of my chest, loud enough to shake the crystal chandeliers above us.

An inevitable pull, a connection that defies explanation. The conversation continues, the room filled with laughter and warmth, but beneath it all, there is an undercurrent of something darker, something unspoken. Selena knows that the path she has chosen is fraught with danger, that loving Wilson means stepping into a world where power and bloodlust reign supreme. Yet, she cannot turn back now. Not when she has tasted the intoxicating blend of love and power that only an Alpha can provide.

Maybe you should start listening to me buddy' I say to him . ' Can we go for a run and maybe kill something? I want blood!' he growls angry. Sure why not, I'm on this with my wolf. The life is complicated enough for us and now we are married to someone who don't want us and even hate us for what we did to her... I go out into the forest and after informing the border patrol tho stay away from the part where I will be , so we don't kill them accidentally like last time, I let Sin take over.

The next day, The humidity in the North Suite didn’t just hang; it pressed. It was a physical weight, thick with the scent of ozone, damp stone, and the heavy, musky musk of a wolf on the jagged edge of a forced shift. Silas stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, his reflection a ghostly, predatory silhouette against the glass. The Atlantic roared below, but he didn’t hear the waves. He heard the ragged, skidding rhythm of the girl’s heart behind him.

Kayla's Pov: So let me tell you a little about myself: For as long as I can remember I have been alone, it has its benefits but mostly it can be so dam lonely, do not get me wrong I love living in the woods I feel so free, and I'm not one of them horses that are so proud of them self although I know I am something worth looking at, but Sadler that is not a good thing as it mean I attract so much attention to myself which I do not need or want. I do sometimes miss being with other horses as I often see wild mustangs passing by, but life goes by and as soon as I turn 17, I am meant to find my mate! I have no idea on what to do the only other shifters around here are werewolves, the pack 'midn

Then he's doing it all again, going back the other way and I'm holding on, enjoying the ride. He spins tires, throwing gravel behind us. He swerves down the gravel road until he reaches the main road and he floors the gas, tearing out into the wrong lane. I hear a horn blaring and the screech of tires. I turn around and a woman in an SUV is turned around in the drivers seat, checking her kids in the back. She had to slam on her brakes to avoid a head on collision with us. I see the fear in her face and motions, as she frantically searches the backseat. My stomach lurches and I feel sick. We nearly hit a woman and her kids. Our stupidity could have killed them. They'd be dead, gone forever, l

Silas The forest shifted. Silas felt it before he scented it — a pull, deep and primal, like the ground itself had shuddered awake beneath his boots. The pines stood still, but the wind twisted sharply, bringing with it a new scent that nearly dropped him to his knees. Wild honey. Moon-touched skin. A heartbeat wrapped in thunder. He froze in place. His wolf surged against his bones, claws raking beneath his skin. Mate. The word wasn’t soft. It was a command.

But he doesn’t even spare me a glance as he addresses the pack, “And let no one mistake this for an allegiance between the Ragriz Pack and the Paxon Pack, as we all know that this is just a fulfillment of a bet and keeping my word. Wren Russo, the daughter of Beta Russo, from a lineage of coaches, has failed us exceptionally, and she has put our pack to shame! And for this, we shall strip her of all her dignity!” The overwhelming hatred in his voice finally gets to me. I scream till my throat burns, “Just a game! WHY SO MUCH HATE! WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS!” Sobs wreck my body, shoulders quaking, temples throbbing, but Silas doesn’t even flinch. He waits for my screaming to subside, then

Still off. He looks at me. Then at Pride. He raises his hand. “No.” Sky’s voice. She’s already moving. Lightning, but not at him. At the ground between him and Pride. A wall of white fire, screaming. Silas walks through it. His skin blisters. His hair smokes. He doesn’t stop. Null walks through hell if he has to. Creek slams both palms down. Gold vines erupt — not to bind Silas. To make a cage around Pride. Lyana. A dome, thick, living.

Her eyes, once a soft shade of blue, now bore the fiery intensity of an untamed beast. Together, they stood beneath the ancient oak tree, their wolves basking in the moonlight, painting streaks of silver through the darkness. With a shared understanding, they leaped forward, their paws thudding rhythmically against the forest floor. The wind whipped through their fur, caressing their untethered spirits, as they became one with the forest, with the night, with the wild.