Wild Things The Book Novels & Stories

However, we are wild beings, with an insane hunger and need for freedom, it is imposible to cage us, we are the definition of wild, trying to supress our wolves has never ended well for us, It could be like a split personality, the wolf in us, it takes time to merge, it gets harder and painful if we try to supress it, and unlike myths, we do not need to kill to activate it, because contrary to popular belief, it is not a curse, but a gift, a blessing. "Hi," I hear, and turn my gaze to the person, I see a young woman. "Hello." I smile at her, her eyes widening. "Hi," She smiles, then chuckles with embarassment at her repetition, I just stare at her with renewed interest, waiting as she ges he

It wasn’t every day I got to see the Savage himself at one of these races. I tilted my head skyward, spotting rows upon rows of werewolves lining the rooftops of the buildings–the onyx sky dappled with the brilliant glow of their eyes. It was a kaleidoscope of color as they peered around, leaving warped, mystical shapes in their wake. My attention snagged toward a woman standing a few people to our left, raising her candy-red blouse and flashed her chest toward the bikers. Her shrill voice carried over the crowd despite the noise as she shouted, “Savage! Hey Savage! Look here, baby!”

I turned to face the new enemy and nodded my head to the sisters to go and try to save anyone they could. I let out a loud growl as gray and white rogue approached. It was a she-wolf and she smelled like old blood and death. We began our circle dance. She was the first to make a move first. She tried to claw my eyes and snap at any flesh she could get a hold of. I dodged her advance and ventured the favor as I bit down on her paw with all of my might until I tasted blood and slung her into a boulder. She yelped as her back collided with the rock.

We were running on the hard earth with our paws digging into the loamy soil. "Where the fuck are you taking me to?"I reluctantly asked my wolf, the monster which was driving me around. "Aruug..." It growled at me in annoyance. I remained mute not trying to argue further but I couldn't keep mute anymore when we arrived at a waterfall. The monsters in me take a step forward. It was advancing to the edge of the cliff. We peered down to see the depth of the waterfall. Fear gripped me at once but I was betrayed and I do not care.

She walked closer to one of the big shelves and touched it. She knew she wasn't supposed to be there, but she couldn't help looking around more. She took one book from the shelf and cleaned off the dust on it. She saw a picture of a black wolf on the cover of the book, which was titled A Pack of Wolves. "I can't believe a man like him reads fantasies." She scoffed. She was going through the books when her eyes suddenly caught a book. The book had a black cover with no picture on it. "Werewolves rule." She read it silently. She was about to open the book when she suddenly heard something whispering behind her.

Just muttered, “Feel free to browse.” I nodded and wandered. The silence was thick. Peaceful. I ran my fingers along the spines—mysteries, war history, sci-fi. None of it felt right. I turned a corner and found myself in a crooked, narrow aisle. A handwritten label above the shelf read: “Folklores, Myths & Things Best Left Alone.” Something about it made me shiver. I reached out and picked a worn, black-spined book: “The Blood and Bond of the Wild.”

Ruth ended the call and left Alex and Lee with an astounded expression. “Oh God.” Their minds were about to melt down. Werewolves, vampires, witches—were all real. Alex was reminded of a book he read at Books and Artifact where he works. “Lee, I found a book at Books and Artifact that was about supernatural creatures. I think the name of the book was, um, Wars, Wood Battles, um, I can’t remember.” “You mean The Wood War by Kayla Nicky Chadson?” Ha! The boy jolted in shock as he heard the voice of Abigail behind them. They stared at each other, confused about what to say.

“You still got time to change your mind.” I shook my head. “No. I don’t.” He nodded like he already knew I’d say that. Minutes stretched into miles. The city fell away, swallowed by dark roads and towering trees. The deeper we went, the heavier the air felt. Like something was watching. Like the land itself knew what I was. I glanced at him. “Where’s the book?” Elijah exhaled through his nose, then reached into the glove compartment, pulling it out. The Book of the White Wolf.

Soheila smiled and went to her bed to read the books that she had brought from the library. “Okay, I'll read this thickest book first,” Soheila said while tapping the book's cover. She opened the book and started reading. Minutes had passed, Soheila was devastated when she read the thickest book. The book contains the same topic from the book that Soheila often read. Soheila stopped reading and summon the three spirit beasts to play with just to let the time pass. She didn't summon White Tiger since the three little beasts might found out that a Legendary White Tiger was beside them all along.

I made my way to a section of the library I had never ventured to; the history section. I scanned the titles on each of the books until I finally saw one that had what I was looking for. ‘The white wolves: an extinct species' the cover read and I pulled it out. I settled on the floor, ignoring the dust which immediately clung to my clothes as I pulled the book open. The door burst open and I gasped as I turned to the intruder. “What do you think you are doing here?” Silas asked with blazing eyes and I gulped. He stared from the book in my hand to me and I wondered what explanation I would give to possibly come out of this situation unscathed.