Novel & Cerita Wild Tales By Graham Nash

A rush of adrenaline surged through me as I leaped gracefully from one moss-covered tree to the next, my body propelled by the exhilaration of the chase, driven by the tantalizing scent of a deer wafting on the crisp night air. Beneath me, I could feel the rhythmic heartbeats of Brodie and Jackson resonating through the ground, their powerful forms racing like shadows as they took on their wolf guise. The thrill of hunting together had been our way of strengthening our bond and sharpening our skills, an ancient tradition that felt as natural as breathing. Yet, it was becoming increasingly clear that the night served a deeper purpose; it was also a chance for Brodie to blow off steam, his fru

I whisper hoarsely, my voice barely a breath against the overwhelming silence. The forest seems to close in on me, the once-comforting darkness now a suffocating void. I look up, hoping to see the familiar faces of my family, but instead, a low, menacing growl emerges from the depths of the woods. My heart pounds in my chest as a figure begins to materialize through the gloom. A large, black wolf steps into view, its eyes glowing a haunting blue. Its coat is sleek and glossy, a stark contrast against the dark backdrop of the woods. A white diamond-shaped tattoo gleams on its forehead, catching the faint light and casting eerie shadows.

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!”

The woman stepped forward first, fingers trailing down Lila’s arm. “Beautiful,” she murmured. “We’ve been looking for someone exactly like you.” The man moved behind Lila, hands settling possessively on her hips. “Safe word?” he asked, lips brushing her ear. Lila swallowed. Voice barely a whisper. “Red.” He chuckled darkly. “Good girl.” The woman’s hand slid to the zipper at the back of Lila’s dress. “Then let’s begin.”

I can see them all now, four walls of muscle, four sets of eyes glowing with an unhinged, animal hunger. The Feral doesn't wait for permission. He is sick with the need to touch me. He lunges forward, his hands grabbing the back of my head. He forces his fingers into my mouth, stretching my lips until they hurt. "Taste me," he growls, his voice sounding more like a wolf than a man. "Taste how much I want to break you." I can’t even scream. I can only moan against his hand, my eyes rolling back as I feel the first real contact of the night.

The bike leaped forward, tires spitting gravel, carrying her into the dark road that led away from everything she had ever known. In the rear-view mirror, the wild roses at the edge of the trees seemed to lean after her, as if whispering a promise she couldn’t quite hear yet. She didn’t look back again. But she knew, with every beat of her broken heart, that this wasn’t the end. It was only the beginning of the hunt for the rogue that had killed her mate. She drew a bitter breath as the scrape of a chair shifted her back to reality. She was frozen, standing behind the bar, staring at a face she once thought she knew so well.

I wheel myself toward an opening, trying to find a way out. A wolf is flying through the air toward me, I grab him in one hand, and tear his head off with the other before letting him drop to the ground. I look up to see Chase’s wolf, Nash, grinning at me, blood all over his muzzle. He nods his head at me then jumps on another wolf, tossing him at me. We keep this up and a couple other warriors join in. They take them down, I take them out. When things settle down, Anders comes over to slap me on the shoulder. “See, I told you we still needed you.”

She continued to stand. I searched her face, nothing to be found as usual, she was great at keeping her secrets, “alright then. My patrol had an interesting discovery in the forest last night. A white wolf with glowing blue eyes by the river.” Tasha nodded and sat down, not saying a word. “What do you know about it? I remember the stories you told me when I was a pup. Are they true?’

Someone frowned and said, "This is crossing the line. Even if we can't compete for the golden or bronze treasures, we should still be able to at least fight for the black treasure. I feel that Nash is capable enough!" After that person finished, the others nodded immediately. They knew very well that Hestia Continent would not be able to fight for the top two places, but they were still hopeful for the last prize. After all, it was not like they had never gotten the black treasure before. Nash was also an alchemist from the Scarlet Pavilion, so he must be talented and skilled. Otherwise, there was no way he could have been an alchemist at a ninth-grade clan! Nash frowned, not saying anything

The moment he confirmed that I put on the seatbelt, he hit the gas and we revved away from the hospital. “Care to explain? This is not some kidnapping attempt, right?” I asked. “Oh, yeah. Right.” He reached out for something in the compartment of his car and handed a picture to me. “That’s Xavier Hawthorn. He is that guy I told you about. He is a mercenary with no master. Just pay him and he will be your loyal dog for as long as you can.” “A mercenary, huh. That means that his master is money itself. If someone else pays him more than I could, then he would surely turn against me. What a great suggestion you have here, Kyle.”