Wild Wild Nights Novels & Stories

She was right in the middle of debating which plan to choose when the villa's front door was violently kicked open from the outside, slamming against the wall with a deafening crash. Wilda stormed in, reeking of suffocating fury. Because her emotions were completely out of control, she couldn't even fully maintain her human form. Her sharpened claws dug fiercely into the doorframe. The moment she stepped inside, she screamed at Sabrina at the top of her lungs. "You lowly little rogue! How can you be such a damn jinx?! The Blue Nights finally agrees to take you, and before the mating ceremony can even happen, Bentley gets into a car crash! He's paralyzed from the waist down now! He's complete

“Nolene is dead.” “She’s not,” he says and looks up. His eyes are filled with agony. “I mean…she looks it…they all do, but none of them actually…die all the way. Most of them are asleep, but some of them…sometimes they wake up.” “What?” “The wild child mates,” he goes on as if he didn’t hear me. “The last ones...they can leave the catacombs on the full moon, but the rest…they’re trapped down there...I don't know how intelligent they are, how much they understand. I think they're screaming into the void.”

Leaves and twigs crushed beneath his weight as he sprinted through the underbrush, the wildness of the wilderness matching the untamed fury in his heart. As he raced deeper into the woods, memories of the encounter with Alpha Drake and Amanda, coupled with what happened at Jane's home tore at William's heart. He had heard stories of lone wolves seeking solace in the embrace of nature, finding peace amidst the untamed beauty of the forest. In his anger and confusion, he hoped that the wilderness would grant him the clarity he so desperately needed.

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!”

Man, the whole place was straight-up electric. Like, hair-on-end, static-zap vibes. Lanterns everywhere, tangled up like some caffeinated raccoon went wild with a string of lights. Gold flickering on every sweaty face, shadows darting around like they were late to something. Fires crackled, people whooped, and the music? It didn’t just play, it body-slammed you right in the ribcage. Nights like that—yeah, that’s the kind of wild that has everybody amped just to breathe.

Bullcrap! ​"I already sent her back to the hospital; her brain is not functioning well. That crazy bitch." I looked outside. We're on the third floor right now, and we have the whole place to ourselves. Everything from up here is almost made up of glass. You can clearly see the vast Manila Bay here. Above it is the Nightclub Bar, both the fourth floor and the rooftop. On the rooftop, there is an infinity pool which is also very accessible as long as the Nightclub is open.

Ryan cursed himself for being so careless despite knowing how she-wolfs went on heat after meeting their mate. Wild growled when Monika's scent got stronger as he was covering the distance between them. Her s*xual scent was so effective that Wild knew he might lose control over himself when he reached near her. It would become almost impossible for him to resist her while Ryan knew a disaster was on their way... Something is going to happen which will change their life forever.

Startled, I get up from the bed and move toward the window, pulling back the curtain with trembling hands. Outside, under the moonlit sky, a large black wolf stands in the clearing. Its silhouette is striking against the silver light, casting a long shadow on the grass. The wolf’s eyes glow a deep, intense blue as it lifts its head and howls again, a sound that seems to resonate with the very essence of the night.

Finn, the apparent leader of this abduction, leaned down over her, his eyes gleaming in the light of the fire. “There’s no one to hear you scream, and if you utter a sound, I’ll rattle your jaw.” She nodded her understanding and crawled to an upright position. He nudged her backside with his boot and chuckled when she whirled around in outrage. “There’s a blanket by the fire. Get on it and get some sleep. We leave at first light.”

Their scents collide: sharp pine and midnight musk spiraling into honeysuckle sweetness and warm amber, a heady cocktail that binds them in savage need. “Fuck, Lyric,” he snarls, voice a broken avalanche that reverberates down her spine. “I can’t… I can’t hold back.” His legendary restraint fractures, splintering under the weight of their fused heartbeats. “I need you—every inch.”