Wild Things The Book Novels & Stories

Kira led the way, her fur illuminated by the moonlight, and I chased after her, matching her pace. The thrill of the chase, the rhythmic pounding of our paws against the earth, and the crisp night air against our fur created an enchanting symphony of sensations. We darted through the moonlit glades, our wolves revelling in the untamed beauty of the wilderness. The forest embraced us with its ancient whispers, and for a brief moment, the worries of the world seemed to fade away.

She raises her hand high to the sky and a black dust hurl in circles in her hand, materializing into a large book with covers made of skin and leather. “What is it?” I asked. “My book,” the White Witch answered plainly. “It gave me some insights on what sort of magic we are dealing with.” The White Witch wondered off into the forest again, reading. “Where do you think she is off to now?” Conrad asked. “I don’t know,” I replied. It was getting cold but cold was nothing to wolves especially under the full moon. “What do you think she mean by ‘intriguing and shocking at the same time’?” I asked Conrad.

Otherwise she would go stark raving paranoid and lose her nerve entirely. The sound did not repeat, but her travel and trouble sharpened instincts sensed that she was being observed. She perceive his scents immediately. The tiny little hairs behind her neck stirred, and the thought bursts in her mind like fireworks. Her wolf, wiggling her tail and said " now don't miss your opportunity girl".

We never went back to normal, and honestly, none of us wanted to. That wild night changed us all. Some secrets don’t destroy you, they open doors you never knew existed. The End

The bed slammed once, twice, and then a heavy silence fell over the house. Lena came right then. She shuddered, her body writhing against her own hand as a wave of heat crashed over her. She buried her face in the pillow to stifle her cries, her eyes wet and her heart racing at a terrifying speed. When the pulsing finally slowed, the silence that followed felt louder than any music.

us for five months and I was enamoured by her. Unlike the other girls, she wasn't intimidated by what my position as Jeremias's son meant. Or by my gift. Nobody listened. We didn't see it coming. She was a mole. That morning, she wanted to take a walk by the river. She begged me to go with her. I should've known something was wrong by the urgency in her voice but I thought it was because she really wanted my company. And then she started saying she was sorry and that she loved me and hoped that someday I would understand why she did it. I knew something was wrong and I turned around and started running, towards the pack. That's the last thing I remembered. When I woke up, they were dead. Th

“You did nothing wrong.” Her pulse refused to slow. The Northern Wolves. The book. She had taken it without understanding why, back when escape had been all instinct and terror. Taken it from Lucian’s study, heart racing as if it already knew it mattered. It told a history Wildbourne never taught. Wolves as balance. Hunters as something broken long ago. Some nights she believed it completely. Other nights, she feared it was dangerous just to read. It had become Ever’s favourite story. Now she knelt in the sandpit, holding Ever close, eyes darting as the ground beneath them seemed to hum.

Intrigued, i decided to take the book back to the cabin to show Nikau. When i arrived back at the cabin, i excitedly showed Nikau the book, telling him all about the strange symbols and images that i had seen. Nikau was equally intrigued by the book, but nikau said that he would be leaving to check out on the pack for a few days. He asked me not to join him as he would be travelling in his wolf form. After he left, I settled into my cozy spot by the fireplace in the cabin, I opened the old book I had checked out from the library. The title, "The Lost Village of Ravenswood", immediately caught my attention and I was eager to learn more about this mysterious place.

**The Wild Wolves** Aria meandered through the lush, vibrant forest, a world alive with an intricate tapestry of sights, sounds, and scents. Each step enveloped her in the rich aroma of damp earth and blooming wildflowers, the vibrant hues of greens and browns intertwining like an artist's brushstrokes across the landscape. Having spent the past few weeks in this enchanted new home amidst the towering, ancient trees and dappled sunlight, she had cultivated a deep affection for the tranquility and solace the wilderness offered—a cherished escape from the chaotic clamor of her former life.

“It shows us evil creatures beyond the wolves ' understanding. Beings that skittered through the soil when power is being altered.” I frowned, trying to find a reason for calling the book absurd as Briony sprawled each page open. “And you think….this is what's happening?” Briony bit her lip before pressing into a thin certain page of the book as though she was more visual than us. “The great beast is missing.” She exclaimed, her statement making me more confused. “What is that?” I asked, my tone already trembling. “The beast found in page 119 of this book had only once escaped this book, which led to the ruining of an entire clan seven hundred years ago.” Briony's words stinging fear into my