Wild Wastes Book 3 Novels & Stories

Feeling the dirt under my paws and the smells of nature surrounding me, it felt like the forest was the only place I could breathe. I tore through the trees in my wolf form, the wind biting at my fur, the scent of pine and damp earth rushing past. Branches clawed at my face, roots threatened to trip me, but I pushed forward, harder than I’d ever pushed myself before. As if I could outrun the mess I’d created for myself, if I could just move fast enough. What a fucking clusterfuck! How had it even come to this? How had I let my fears blind me so completely that I’d managed to fuck up the one good thing I had going in my life? I thought I had healed. That I’d moved past the grief and I had acc

The Book of Lost Bonds. My hands shook as I lifted it. “This is it.” Damien let out a breath. “Let’s leave before anything finds us.” I froze. “Anything like what?” He pointed behind me. Glowing red eyes filled the treeline. Rogues,not just anyone, the ones the evil king created. Three shadow wolves crept out—twisted, enchanted, reeking of death. Leftovers from the King’s purge. I bared my teeth, shifting just enough to let my claws form.

As she’s about to leave the room, someone called. “Hey, I’m leaving the hotel. My car service is waiting,” she talked to the person on the other line. “I can’t wait to see you here. We’ve so much to see and talk about,” Noah said. Cela gave her room one final look. This is the place where she leaves her old self. “We wanted to go to a specific place and it didn’t matter if the road was rough and the journey was long. In the end, we found different places for ourselves but these places were the destinations where we were truly meant to go,” she said to herself. The fourth book begins at chapter 1 in Paris. The End.

the ground where he'll be, together you'll win ___ I glance at the book in my hands, knowing fully well I am not reading anything, and it's one of my favorite. I stare round the park, and see it's crowded and bursting with life, and no one notices me, all caught up in their own lives, and I don't know if that's beautiful or selfish. I have this insane need to be alone, I want to run from here, not to New Orleans, somewhere far away where no one knows me, where I can be whoever, and they's be no strange women ranting prophecies, then disappearing.

Lyric pauses on the landing, pressing her palm against the wall to steady herself. Inside room 307, Sebastian Hale freezes mid-motion, a textbook suspended halfway to the shelf. The scent wafting through the crack beneath the door is unmistakable—sweet honeysuckle and warm amber, with an undertone of something that calls to the most primal part of him. An Omega. His Alpha instincts roar to life, demanding he claim, protect, possess. His knuckles whiten around the book's spine as he inhales deeply, trying to regain control. This wasn't supposed to happen—not here, not now. He'd chosen Silver Point University specifically because of its progressive approach to designation dynamics, where Alpha

Third Person POV The week crawled by like a heavy fog that refused to lift. Between the chaos of deadlines, audits, and stress from Universal Airlines’ class action suite, Sienna was drained. Her brother Stephen and Carmen were constantly at her home, but it doesn’t matter because she stayed buried in work at the office, trying to keep up with Knox’s absence.

The moment he confirmed that I put on the seatbelt, he hit the gas and we revved away from the hospital. “Care to explain? This is not some kidnapping attempt, right?” I asked. “Oh, yeah. Right.” He reached out for something in the compartment of his car and handed a picture to me. “That’s Xavier Hawthorn. He is that guy I told you about. He is a mercenary with no master. Just pay him and he will be your loyal dog for as long as you can.” “A mercenary, huh. That means that his master is money itself. If someone else pays him more than I could, then he would surely turn against me. What a great suggestion you have here, Kyle.”

"What? Why?" "Just go." He shout to me​. "Okay. I'm sorry." I say getting inside the Land Rover. He paces for 5 minutes and then finally comes inside. "Sorry. Has been hard to resist you so near the full moon." He confesses. "Are our wolves... Doing it?" I ask. "Definitely. You're scent is driving me crazy." "Will I remember it?" "You will remember." I stay silent for a few minutes gathering the right words but gave up and simply said:

We can't really afford steak, so we eat it maybe once or twice a year on birthdays or special occasions, but it is one of my favorites. After we are done eating Wilder cleans the table while I put three big brownies on a plate, for Wyatt to take to the kids. Suddenly the front door swings open, slamming against the wall. Wilder immediately goes into the hallway to see what is going on. I watch as his back bristles, then I look past him to see Isolde. She stumbles into the kitchen, eyes classy and red rimmed. I haven't seen her in months and I am taken aback by how horrible she looks. Her skin is pale and sickly looking, her hair limp and dirty. She's lost weight that she didn't need to lose,

I was sad enough with my own suffering and didn't need any additional negative emotions. I moved further into the forest, listening to the rustle of leaves, the chirping of birds and other sounds of forest inhabitants. The sun shone lightly through the treetops, I heard a woodpecker tapping on the bark of a tree, the bustle of squirrels collecting nuts in the hollows, the movement of the wings of insects as they flied by me. That was probably one of the few perks of being a sorceress - I could hear and see all around more clearly. I "felt" nature with my whole being and absorbed its energy. And it was nature that was the basis of magic, white magic, the magic of life, while black magic was m