Wild The Novels & Stories

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.

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.

Lightning stepped forward, clapping a hand on my shoulder. "Good job," he said, his voice low and firm. "The Wild Ridge doesn't tolerate betrayal." As the group started to disperse, I felt a hand on my arm. I turned to see Jax. "You good?" he asked quietly. I nodded again, though the weight of the day was starting to settle in. "Yeah. I'm good." Jax smiled as he said, "Well, go get cleaned up then. You actually look like death!" He eyed me up and down, amusement flickering in his eyes.

As soon as I connect with my wolf, I’ll be able to heal too. Minutes turned into what felt like hours. My calves burned, my feet ached in these dumb academy shoes…not exactly hiking boots. Sweat dripped down my neck. I kept going, deeper, telling myself every step brought me closer. Then I heard it. A low grunt. Snuffling. Heavy footsteps crashing through the undergrowth. I froze. Out of the bushes charged a massive wild boar…bigger than any pig I’d ever seen, with tusks like knives and red-rimmed eyes locked on me. It snorted, pawed the ground, and lowered its head.

That accident years ago had all been part of a plan I'd orchestrated with the stables. I lifted my child onto Acorn's back, and with the horse's triumphant whinny, we charged into a field of flowers. From that moment on, my life was mine to claim—riding through blooms, chasing freedom, and leaving the past behind.

A storm was brewing inside me, raw, insistent, impossible to ignore. Heat pooled low in my belly, spreading like wildfire, wrapping every nerve ending in molten, urgent need. My breath came in shuddering bursts, heavy and deliberate, each exhale carrying a trembling mix of frustration and anticipation. Words failed me; only a single, all-consuming emotion existe. Need.

Celine I train with the wild wolves in the rogue refugee camp, forcing my body to move even when every muscle burns. The ground is rough, uneven, scattered with stones and patches of dry grass. Dust kicks up under my feet as I circle one of the rogues, a young man with a scar running from his jaw to his neck. He’s fast, stronger than most, but his strikes are wild, unsteady. I duck one, catch his arm, and use his weight to throw him over my shoulder. He lands hard with a groan that earns a few low whistles from the others watching.

I don’t know if it was the sexy song that Elias was singing in the background or the overall atmosphere of the club that had got me all up in the feels, but all I wanted to do was leave, undress, and fuck long into the night. Alex quickly understood what I wanted and wasted no time in escorting me out of the busy club. I looked back at the stage once and saw Elias looking my way, with a small smirk on his face, one that said, ‘go and have fun’. Alex quickly hailed a cab the moment we stepped out of the rather busy club, and I climbed into his lap before he even closed the door after himself. “You’re a wild one aren’t you” he said before he lowered my head slightly and kissed me on the lips s

The little girl said with signs. “Why?” Erika continued. “I saw something in the woods.” “What did you see?” “A monster.” Erika smiled beautifully. “Monsters don’t exist.” “Yes, they do.” What she didn’t know was that Celine called monsters to the people of Valeria since the day she saw how two men of Valeria were kicking the people’s things who hadn’t paid his right to be in the market and sell their products. And she knew that because Mr. Juan had been one of those people, that was the reason why he built his little cabin away from the town. At least, Valeria never bothered him again, there were other things that did, but carrying water from the river to his cabin, or collecting fruits fro

Besides going to basketball, the gym, and the computer shop with cousins, Photography is also one of Redrick's passions. He positions the lens along the seashore, where the woman is. as Red increased the zoom of his camera. The face he could see became clearer. when he clicks the button to capture that moment. When Red lowered it to look at what he had taken, that's when he asked him about it. The reservation girl from the boutique