Wild Things The Book Novels & Stories

I once told Mom I wanted to be a wolf in fact "Wolves are wild. Why would you want a wild animal or want to be one?" Mom would ask in her amazement "Because I love them" "I bet you'll run if one appears to you" she retorted and I didn't know what to say to that. I painted many pictures of wolves of different kinds, walruses, foxes, and leopards in my book. It was my daily ritual Enough of my pets. Let's talk about my household and environment

A picture of a wolf stared right back at her. Intricately drawn, almost just like the mural of a wolf in the sitting room. It's eyes deep and almost staring right through her. Another book about wolves? Hazel remembered the book she had picked from the library not long before. It was also a book on wolves was it not. The Wolf Within it was called. She had barely bothered to read much about it. But seeing this book too was on wolves. Should that not play any significance?

Someone had left a book behind, with a brown bookmark stuck in between the pages. She picked up and glanced at the title. Barbarian, by an author named Bella. The cover of the book featured a winged creature with a beautiful woman. "That's a Wilding." Jordan said behind her. She looked at him in confusion. "What's that?" "A crossbreed offspring of a demon and a vampire." He explained. "Are they real?" "I have no idea. I've only heard of them in myths and legends." Scarlett looked down at the book again. For some strange reason, the winged man reminded her of Dylan. The same bone structure, facial features, perfect jawline and compelling eyes...

“I don’t know. Daddy says they protect the city, but I don’t see how. They never do anything.” My finger stopped on a worn out book. The faded writing on the spine said Beasts Of The Wild. I pulled it out and flipped it open in the middle. There was a drawing of a yeti-looking creature called a yowg. The description gave details of height, size and hair colour. Dietary information and habitats were also included. I flicked through more pages and found more creatures, some of which I was familiar with. The names, at least. Unfortunately, the book wasn’t organised into alphabetical order, so I had to search a number of pages before I found what I was looking for: Mouse King.

Everything he had thought her now felt wrong The wolf’s eyes wouldn’t leave her. They were behind her eyelids every time she blinked, pale and dimming yet alive with something she couldn’t name. It wasn't rage, not fear, something almost human. A plea, maybe or a question. They nibbled at her, singling her out, until she pressed her fists against her temples just to make them stop.

Zeke’s jeep rumbles in front of Ethan's apartment building, headlights slicing through the night. It’s past eight, and the cool evening air brushes my skin as I step forward, backpack slung over one shoulder. My heart kicks harder than I’d like to admit, fueled by a terrifying mix of dread and reluctant curiosity. So I'm going into the world of wolves...wolves that have been wolves all their lives, not a human like me. What's it going to be like?

Outside, the wind whispered through the trees, carrying secrets older than the town itself. Together, Elias and Maris began to unravel the tangled legacy of WildWood — a legacy that would challenge everything they thought they knew about their families, their town, and the ancient darkness waiting just beneath the surface. ———— Elias pulled up a creaking chair and motioned for Maris to sit across from him. The fading light through the dusty window cast long shadows across the worn journal, their faces half-lit and half-hidden by the gathering dusk.

Zora held it out to me, "this belongs to you." I gingerly held the book between my fingers in fear it would disintegrate to ash if I was too rough. The leather on this book had been embroidered with purple thread—the image of a howling wolf's head being formed. If I listened closely enough, I could make out faint whispers coming from the book—a cacophony of different sounds urging me to do one thing: open the book. "The wings called to him the way the wolf calls to you," Zora explained. She moved to exit the room with one last statement, "Only one person would make a better queen than you and when it comes time for them to rule, you will be proud."

then he reached for the book without any difficulty. “Thanks!” Izzy whispered as soon as she got the book in her hand and signaled for Owen to follow her. “We’re done here.” Owen walked behind Izzy and stood nearby when he saw the girl asking the librarian to have her take the book with her for a few days. Then they walk out of the library together. “I will have a week of dreading review and exams in a few days. Let’s have a weekend getaway,” Izzy clung an arm on Owen’s arm as they walked to the parking lot.

"What? Riley, what are you—" "LEAVE!" I bellowed. I reached the perimeter fence. I reached out my hand to grab the wire. I was going to go back in. I was going to save them. Then, the world turned white. BOOM! A roar like a thousand lions tore through the air. The ground jumped beneath my feet. A wave of heat slammed into my chest, throwing me backward. I hit the dirt hard. The air was sucked out of my lungs. I looked up, gasping for breath. The warehouse was gone. In its place was a towering pillar of orange fire and black smoke. Debris rained down like hailstones of fire.