Wild Wild Nights Novels & Stories

♪♪ Lily - Alan Walker, K-391, Emelie Hollow ✿✿✿ Los Angeles, USA, 2019 NIGHTS are so peaceful but mysterious. People take the opportunity of killing, kidnapping, smuggling and doing so many illegal things at night because it's not tumultuous at all. Also people throw most of the parties and peaceful events at night. Every night holds a mystery because of its darkness and opaqueness. I love nights for its mysterious but so clam ambience. No tumultus, no noise, no yelling, no beating and no fear. It's just so tranquil.

The night was pretty bright when Belle moved into her new apartment in 3rd avenue. She dragged her boxes into the rooms based on their description. The rodents had taken over nearly half her properties back in Sun street. She tried to ignore them but they kept eating more of her stuff up so she had to move. She had tried extermination and patching up even the tiniest holes in the apartment but they kept coming in. The landlady didn't even attend to her pleas or anything.

Nadia knelt beside the well and placed a small hand against the stones. “Before it was a hospital, before it was even a camp… WildWood was a place for them. The broken ones. People said they could be cured here, but all they did was lock them up, chain them, hurt them… And some things… some spirits… they don’t forget pain.” Behind them, Willy howled with rage. He was close. Too close. Mark grabbed Nadia’s arm. “How do we stop him? How do we stop all of this?”

It didn’t occur to me that I fell asleep, nor the fact that I was barely dressed in an attire I don’t recognize myself in. I heard moaning and the unmistakable sound of two bodies dancing naked in the dark. There’s a wild party in the forest park tonight, and they all act like animals that have been deprived of this much entertainment and fun for years! I shook my head and slowly rose from the picnic blanket. The night is mysteriously bright with a myriad of stars in the sky and the bright moon is shaped like a huntress’s bow.

I whispered, my throat raw from screaming. ​Marcus laughed, a harsh, barking sound. "Not our problem. North is the only way that doesn't lead into Ally territory. You go North, you hit the Wildlands." ​The Wildlands. ​The unclaimed territory. A vast expanse of dense, frozen forests and jagged mountains inhabited only by rogues—wolves gone mad with bloodlust—and things even worse than rogues. It was a death sentence. Kaelen hadn't just exiled me; he had politely told me to go die somewhere he wouldn't have to smell the corpse.

ON THE darkest part of Dilim City, bordering the Midnight and Crescent District, the crooked alleys pulsed with noise, vendors shouting over black-market relics, immortals haggling beside glowing potion stalls, and drunken Gwiazdan shifters stumbling from taverns thick with smoke. The place was the filthiest corner of Nacht Territory, a place nobles pretended not to know existed. It was the so-called Wild Niche. Eshnu loved every second of chaos around him. He immediately went into the Wild Niche after the confrontation with Hevian to meet a certain individual.

“There’s a cop been sitting out there lately, handing out tickets like he’s getting paid per fine.” “Guess he’ll have to catch me first,” she said lightly. The low rumble of engines cut through the air before she could say anything else. It wasn’t one bike. It was many. The sound rolled in like distant thunder, growing louder as it approached, until it filled the space outside. Vivian grimaced. “Well,” she said, reaching for a glass. “Looks like we’re about to get busy. Road Wolves are back.” “How many?” Rose asked. Vivian leaned to peek out the window.

He gives me a quick kiss before he moves away, lifting me down. I quickly pull open the door, running into the living room. I find a shirtless and damp Wilder holding Lucy in his arms. She's screaming her head off. When she sees me she lunges out of his arms and I swoop over and grab her, cuddling her close. She is crying so hard she's shaking, sobs racking her little body. “My baby..” I look at Wilder, “what happened?” “I have no idea, I was in the shower. According to Val her movie went off and she just fell out crying.” He tells me, trying to hold back a smile.

Selena finds herself ensnared in the relentless grip of the Haze season, a turbulent period that looms like an ominous storm cloud over her existence. At eighteen, she is a virgin—a state that, for a she-wolf, renders the journey of self-discovery both arduous and fraught with tension. The intensity of her experience seems particularly acute, marked by a series of haunting, nocturnal visions. These nightmarish orgies, vivid and unrelenting, have become a grotesque intricate pattern woven into the very fabric of her psyche. Each night, her dreams are invaded by primal, feverish encounters that leave her gasping in the cold sweat of terror and desire. This relentless barrage of nocturnal turmo

He reached for a dagger, placing it near my hand before taking me from behind. Now, the wild one had come closer, his presence looming. Gripping the dagger, I swung it in his direction, all while Wolvin’s movements intensified, his shaft igniting a fiery sensation within me. As the dagger struck the wild one, Wolvin drove even deeper, and I cried out in pleasure. "Ahhh! Fuck off!" I yelled at the wild one, feeling Wolvin's hands firmly grasp my breasts. I struck the wild one repeatedly with the dagger, even as Wolvin kept thrusting, our bodies moving in sync. Once I was sure the wild one was dead, my body started to weaken, and I collapsed back against Wolvin.