Wild The Novels & Stories

Wilder was in his apartment, feeling bored and restless. It was the weekend and he badly wished there was either work or school. He wanted to see those triplets or Olivia. He was checking out channels on the television when his phone beeped and he grabbed it. “Rogues are attacking us” It was a brief message and his eyes blazed with fury as he rushed out, he went to grab his keeps and raced out of the house to the woods. He reached and dashed out, forgetting about the car as he shifted when no one was in sight and raced in. He reached the back house to see everywhere disorganized and his people running around.

The name evokes the image of a vibrant red moon casting its glow over a gathering of wolves, a symbol of our connection to the earth and each other. Moving on, I enter our location: an expansive 250,000 acres of stunning wilderness, cradled in the rugged mountains near the picturesque Rio Grande National Park in Colorado. I can easily envision the breathtaking scenery that surrounds us—the towering pines stretching skyward, their needles whispering secrets in the wind, and the sun-dappled clearings where wildflowers bloom in a riot of color. The beauty of our territory resonates deeply within me, offering a sense of home and a reminder of the wild spirit that resides in all of us.

But it had happened to the Gray’s; one of the strongest breeds of our kind. Though she had the signature silver blonde hair of a white wolf, Wilda had not turned or showed the signs of turning when she had turned thirteen, as most white wolves did. The situation had been of interest to packs around the Crimson Hills pack that was led by her late father, may the moon goddess rest his soul, and many had thought that perhaps she was a late bloomer.

she ordered again. I walked us slow but when we reached our destination, she wildly rode me like a wild horse. She rocked and grind on me. She was like dancing to wild and sweet music I have never heard in all my life. I was helpless, I wanted to hold on and turn the tables around but I was mercilessly defeated. "Tori... holy.... fuckkk!" I was about to tell her I am going to come but she shook and writhe, she spasmed above me, clenching her pussy around my soon to burst orgasm but I made sure to hold on.

Sometimes I accidentally disturbed some of the wildlife, but I tried not to get in way of anything. With every step, I keep my senses completely open. Listening for any movement around me, watching for everything, or a whiff of a scent. It was quiet and the forest seemed almost mystical. Usually, there was a wide open space that everything spread out. From the trees, to the foliage, to even the bugs and wildlife, everything was so much more condensed here.

[LILA] Lila races through the dense forest, her paws striking the earth with relentless speed. The world around her is a blur, the scents of moss and bark barely registering as she focuses solely on the chase. Ahead, the blue-eyed wolf’s scent grows fainter, but Lila pushes herself harder, determined to close the distance. Her instincts scream at her to catch up, to protect, to keep the young wolf within her reach.

Wild Addiction volume 2. I never knew true addiction until I met her. I never truly understood what it is to crave, mind, body, and soul—until nothing mattered but fulfilling that craving. Until the only thing that mattered was easing the hollow space inside me. It was there whenever we’re apart. Like a dark hole, it lingered, intensifying until my mind was full of dark spots. Until my mind was full of easy curves, bare before me. Until my desires reflected her, bending at the waist, her pert, little arse in the air, colored red by my palm, the outline of my fingers visible against her pale skin.

As they hit the edge of the woods, Tess glanced back – Liam was fighting Cath, Ryder watching with eerie intensity. And then, the woods exploded in a howl. The sound sent shivers down Tess's spine, like the earth itself was screaming. She stumbled, Fred catching her, as Ethan's fingers flew across his guitar strings a wild, pulsing beat that seemed to match the chaos. The howl cut through the night, and for a moment, everything froze. Cath's wolves paused, their eyes flashing with confusion. Ryder, still in wolf form, turned to stare at Tess, his gaze piercing.Liam burst through the trees, his eyes glowing with a fierce light. He was a wolf now, massive and dark, moving with deadly speed. He

"I’m sorry, ma’am. I don't know the specifics, but it’s called a 'sin party.'” "Hmm." I try to process that, but Cassie is already pulling at my arm, desperate to get inside. I glance to my left and see a guy on top of a car, his body moving fast and hard against a woman in the shadows. They don't even seem to care that people are watching. I look away and finally head toward the entrance. I’ve spent enough time working at a club to think I’d seen it all, but this is on another level. This isn't just a party, it’s wild and risky. One wrong move and the cops would have enough reason to shut us down for good.

He buries himself in her, deeper and harder, as if attempting to merge their very souls. They collapse together, muscles trembling, hearts pounding in syncopation. Rain pelts the roof as Lyric shifts, wincing at the unfamiliar pressure inside her. "I can't—why can't I move?" she whispers, voice tight with confusion. "We're stuck together." Sebastian's eyes soften as he brushes damp copper strands from her forehead. "It's called knotting," he murmurs against her temple. "My body's...locking us together. It's how wolves mate."