Wild Wild Nights Novels & Stories

Aurora Wildheart stood in her third-floor guest room, her silver-blue eyes tracing the intricate patterns of the four-poster bed’s canopy, her thoughts a tempest of the missing women, and Vincent’s cryptic message: The shadows are restless. Stay safe. Her forbidden bond with the vampire liaison was a quiet anchor, yet the mystery of her past—lost before The Emerald Forest Pack took her in at seven—pressed heavier, whispering of secrets that could unravel her world.

CHAPTER 7 Louela Jane The soft yet steady beat of the drums blended beautifully with the gentle strumming of Ivan’s guitar. As the melody filled the air, Luna took a deep breath and sang the first verse of My Wish by Rascal Flatts. “I hope that the days come easy and the moments pass slow, And each road leads you where you wanna go...”

The night air rushed over my skin, calming the chaotic rhythm of my heart for a moment. The breeze felt like a luxury I’d been starved of—cool, clean, free. It had been so long since I’d been able to breathe this kind of air. “Congratulations on becoming a wild cat,” Lucas’s voice reached me, pulling my attention for a second. He was holding a bouquet—bright flowers clutched in one hand, his expression unreadable in the dim light. But my eyes didn’t linger on him. They stayed locked on the city lights far in the distance, glittering like a promise I couldn’t touch. We must be far away from there, I thought. So far that even the thought of freedom felt like a cruel joke.

she said, her voice quieter now, “I’m totally turning our future kids into ninja assassin snack bandits. These three have nothing on what I’m gunna train.” He groaned. “Why are you like this?” “Because peace is boring,” she whispered, a soft grin curling her lips. “And I am W.I.L.D., baby.” Later That Night The moon hung low in a sky stained copper, casting a dusky hue over a cracked, hollow valley. Smoke coiled like serpents through the air, and ash fluttered down like broken feathers. Serenya stood barefoot in the center of it all, the ground beneath her still warm, still bleeding from something ancient and unspoken.

Amid the crisp sound of glasses colliding, I took a sip of the cold beer. The chill slid down my throat, but somehow, it warmed my heart. The road ahead was long, yet there was no reason to look back. Somewhere out there, beyond the horizon, an open wilderness was still waiting for me.

There was a cold breeze coming through the window in the kitchen and I cowered. “Up. Now. You mustn't make me say so again,” she snapped her steps screeching along the walk. This was my every morning. My name is Lena Maren Wilder, and I live in a house where I am invisible unless there’s work to be done. I wanted to sleep longer. Last night’s pack patrol had run until nearly 4 a.m., and I was still aching from the run through the mountain woods. But none of that mattered to my mom. She said it didn’t matter if I was a shifter or not, I was still a girl, and a girl should not sleep past eight. She said I’d brought shame to the family already. That I had no right to rest.

" Under the cloak of night, the children and I followed Ethan onto a private jet. Our journey led us to a secluded canyon nestled in the Northwood mountains, known as Silver Moon Valley. Apprehension filled me as the cabin door opened. Being human, I feared rejection from the wolfkins. To my surprise, the door revealed a welcoming committee, arms laden with flowers. A venerable woman with silver locks, the clan's esteemed healer, approached and tenderly examined the children. "Praise be to the Moon Goddess. We are graced with the healthiest pups in a century," she said. Joyous cheers erupted as the clan showered me with gifts. Ethan, with a comforting arm around me, whispered, "Our people ho

“Babe. It’s your twenty-first birthday. You’re officially in your wild era.” I let out a nervous laugh. “I don’t think I have a wild era.” Blair smirked. “Well, I do. And I’m about to drag you into it. I’ve been there plenty of times, its completely legit.” I hesitated, picking at the seam of my leggings. “I’ve never— I mean, I don’t do one-night stands.” “Exactly! That’s what makes this so perfect.” She turned to face me. “No messy expectations. No awkward morning after. You don’t even bring him back here. Just a hot stranger and an empty room—or maybe not so empty.”

she moaned. "Fuck! I can't stand it any longer. I want you now, babe," Joshua muttered before opening the zipper of his pants and removing his manhood. Joshua then yanked her finger away from her pussy's opening and replaced it with his throbbing manhood, and he didn't waste any time. Joshua quickly moved his hips. He went back and forth, each thrust reaching so deeply that Danica lost her mind. Danica moans repeatedly, "Ahh! Ahh! Ahh!" They completely lost their minds and forgot they were in a public place where anyone may see them at any time. The flames of passion consumed them entirely.

I need to find her fast. The smell leads me to a clearing, a small feminine body crawled in the middle. “Wilda!” I shout. No answer. Her heartbeat, though erratic is there. I run to her and kneel beside her. She lays on her side with her hand twisted at a weird angle beneath her. I shake her. “Wilda,” I whisper. Still, she does not stir. She only twitches in her sleep. Her eyes are closed tight and her forehead is creased by a frown. She must be dreaming… probably having a nightmare. Who falls asleep in the middle of the woods at this time of the night?