Wild Wild Nights Novels & Stories

nadir slaps cylab in the face before he gets to complete his words,how dare him she wasn't a virgin on her first night but he shouldn't go about saying it out loud, "yes i wasn't a virgin on our first night i was so horny as a newly turned wolf and teenager i had randim sex with someone i didnt know back then and i've tried being upright ever since then, i'm not a whore who goes sleeping about so why bring jason into this get out of my room this instant" nadir roars yelling with anger,

My heart clenched—how could there be a bachelor's party when Zack and I were expecting a child together? "At what time does it begin?" I inquired, noticing that it was 4 pm. "Wow, a unique maid, speaking English," she chuckled. "It starts at 5 pm," I acknowledged, glancing at the clock. The realization hit that I was walking for hours. It had grown dark when I finally stepped inside our room, only to find it locked. Frowning at my wet clothes, I removed Zack's bonnet and coat to let them dry. With nothing else to change into, I adjusted my hair in the process. Swallowing my vitamins and consuming bread and milk, I settled in the warehouse, feeling weak for reasons I couldn't fathom. After a

Before I could scream or try to escape, he vanished. *** This time when I jerked awake, I sat up, panting and gripping my chest as my heart beat out of control. I was alone. No shadow, no inhuman blond bending over me. The digital clock beside my bed read 2:16. The rain had stopped at last, only brief flickers of lightning and soft echoes of thunder remaining. My family succeeded yet again. But there were no guarantees they would do so again. I knew the Wild was almost completely awake and when the riders did rise, it would be all over. If the force of the storm was any indication of the growing power of the Wild, Mom and the coven were about to be crushed into the ground.

Also, Yvonne would start calling it unhealthy or how psychopathic it is for Giselle to want nothing but to study 24/7. Though, one would never know that the real reason why Giselle looks like a moving corpse is because of the spectacle that happened last night. The scene of the incident decided to rewind itself in her messy head, preventing her from having a peaceful study, or a good night's rest. She place the toothpaste down harshly and brushed her teeth while, at the same time, groaning out loud, "that- bloody Darius- curse him!"

"There's this party tomorrow night at the Grandview Hotel. Some trust fund kids are hosting it." "I can't afford hotel parties." "You don't need money. Just show up and exist for three hours. Talk to people who don't need help with homework. Drink expensive wine someone else is paying for. Remember what it feels like to be young." "Zoe” "Maya, when's the last time you did something spontaneous? Something just for yourself?" I thought about it. I couldn't remember. "Never. The answer is never." Zoe stood up. "Which is exactly why you're coming with me tomorrow night."

It was the kind of sound beasts made when the night itself turned against them. Silas stepped back into the cave, his face tight, his movements clipped. The fractured ones stirred, sensing the shift in the air. Ava felt it too—the prickle along her skin, the sudden awareness that the dark beyond the fire was no longer just emptiness. It was watching. “What is it?” Mara asked, her spear already in hand. “The Wilds,” Silas said, voice cold. “They’ve caught our scent.” The fractured ones shivered. Some pressed closer to the fire. Others stole quick, frightened looks at Ava, as if asking if her gentleness could hold back what prowled outside. Ava swallowed her fear and forced her voice to steady

"Very well, then. I will be needing you to come back three days before your journey. There's need to bath you clean and keep you protected of the dangers and evil of the wild." "Aunt Lyra," my voice was barely above a whisper. "Could you tell me about the wild, please? What you think I should know." She heaved a sigh, her lips pursed before speaking. "The wild is a beast. A roaring beast, there's every need to protect you from its fangs and claws." she explained. "There's a legend that says it is the home of souls that hell had let lose as lessons for others. They crave blood for survival and the Kingdom has been able to keep them at base with the offenders, serving them as offerings."

“How else are you going to get my attention?” He throws something at us. I catch it instinctively. It’s a small golden bell. “What are we supposed to do with this? Make friendship bracelets?” Cassius asks while rolling the small thing in his palm. “In my club,” Wilder explains, his voice echoing through the darkness, “midnight means playtime. Every night, the lights go out and the hunt begins.” The neon lights flash again. “Now, here's how my little game works. You've got forty minutes to collect three bells. Everyone in this room is carrying one, but don't bring me just any bell you can get your hands on. I want gold ones. The same kind you're holding right now.”

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I blinked, my entire body becoming still as I listened intently. "It is precisely as you have surmised. During each night of the full moon, we undergo a forced transformation. We lose control of our minds in that state. We refer to it as the wildness. It dictates our actions. We have no recollection of our deeds or any events that occur while under the wildness's influence." He lowered his head, his expression drawn and tight, as though struggling to suppress a painful memory. They must have committed numerous atrocities while under the influence of the wildness, actions they deeply regretted but were powerless to prevent, leaving them with haunting scars.