Wild The Novels & Stories

He smirked and heat curled low in my belly, “I have two sisters and trust me those little daredevils talked about their hair all day long.” I smiled back at him. I panicked for no reason. I already liked him, “Aww. I am sure they aren’t so little anymore.” His face darkened, “Laura never got a chance to grow but her twin, Lora would always be a little girl in my eyes although she is now twenty three.” I felt stupid for teasing him earlier. Before I could say a soothing word, thunder cracked loudly and I screamed in surprise—yeah, I am also scared of thunder.

She needs a firm hand, she craves the kind of care only a strong mate can provide – and it doesn’t matter one bit that she’s human. “It’s okay.” I repeat, “And I will always do what I can to make sure we don’t get carried away.” One huge exception looms in my mind's eye, and after tonight, I know I can’t put it off any longer. “But Ella, I really do need to warn you about the wild hunt.” “How so?” She asks. “The wild hunt event happens on the second to last night of the festival. It’s a tradition where male wolves hunt,” I’m careful to put this word in air quotes, just in case she misunderstands, “their mates in the forest.”

Stavros’s POV The car sped along the highway that took me through the boreal forest, high Alpine, and rolling tundra until we reached a desolate village. I knew the place since I had come here before. It was the Wild Wain Village, the territory of the Wind Wolves. The place was cold, desolate, and uninhabitable, submerged in darkness because the clouds hanging low completely blocked the pale rays of the Midnight sun.

he said shrugging. “Oh” Was all I said and leaned back in my seat. Sounds pretty boring to me. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ‘The Wild’ animals are WOLVES! Seriously, out of all the movies that were being shown today, it had to be this garbage. I sighed disappointed and grabbed a handful of popcorn stuffing my mouth with it.

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.

The Killground is the site of the annual Wilder Games, a thirty day event where condemned humans are loosed into the wild to survive, or be hunted. Each of the five chosen Warlords receives a hunting token. If they catch a tribute, they may claim them, body, blood, and soul, or kill them. If a tribute survives all thirty days, they win their freedom and are marked by the Wilds as untouchable. Those who win become legends. Few ever do. MAGIC, BLOODLINES & BREEDING RITES In the Wilds, magic is sacred and bloodlines are power. The beast kings and their Warlords rely on witches and wildborn females to continue their bloodlines. Some females are chosen as sacred mates, bound by blood and spirit.

The chase became a dance between the human and the untamed, a journey that blurred the lines of reality and the mystical. Through the twists and turns of the ancient woodland, Drew followed the white wolf. The rhythmic patter of paws on soil became a symphony of the wild, and the moonlit trail led them deeper into the heart of the forest—a realm where the boundaries between the ordinary and the extraordinary dissolved in the silver glow of the night.

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You are welcome to join us if the office walls start closing in. Callan glanced toward the cliffside windows again, where lightning briefly illuminated the sea crashing below. The packhouse stood high above jagged rocks and restless water. They were sea wolves as much as forest wolves, raised on salt air and stubborn ground. One winding road led up through dense forest to their home, and from his office, he could survey nearly all of it. The territory was rich, the borders long, and more than one ambitious Alpha could look at his lands and imagine them as their own.