Wilderness Elite Diary Novels & Stories

[Ryker's POV] Ryker had moved back into the wilderness cabin. He was curled up on the floor, searching for any trace Elara might have left behind. Even a single strand of hair. As his fingers dug into a crack between the floorboards, he pulled out an old, sealed crystal tube. It was an item he'd confiscated from a group of assassins three years ago but had never bothered to inspect. Today, the base shattered, and a black scroll, tucked into the lining, slid out. Ryker froze. He had never seen it before.

Leaning forward, voice dropping low, they growled, “Say it again.” Riley’s breath hitched, pupils blown wide. “I want you to mount me… and breed me like you’re putting puppies in me.” That was all it took. Alex was on them in an instant, one strong hand wrapping around Riley’s throat and pressing them back against the warm wooden cabin wall. Not hard enough to hurt, but firm enough to remind them exactly who was in charge. Alex’s body surged with the change. Muscles swelled, thick charcoal-grey fur rippled over their arms and chest, claws extended, and they rose to their full towering hybrid height, ears flicking forward.

______ By eleven, rain had begun lightly tapping against the glass walls. Not a storm yet. Just enough to blur the distant shoreline into shifting darkness. Elias stretched dramatically from where he had claimed one end of the couch. “I’m officially exhausted.” “You’ve done nothing all day,” Mira muttered. “Surviving is work.” “You carried one bag.” “A heavy bag.” Zara looked up from her seat near the window. “You complain professionally, don’t you?” Elias grinned lazily. “Thank you for finally appreciating my talent.” Caelith almost smiled.

His sharp eyes scanned the crumbling ruins scattered across the hilltop—remnants of a forgotten village swallowed long ago by the encroaching woods. Clutched in his hand was a weathered journal, bound in cracked leather and inked with symbols matching those etched into the Weeping Tree. Elias’s fingers trembled as he traced the faded script—a record of rituals, bloodlines, and warnings passed down by his ancestors. The journal told of a covenant broken, a promise made and shattered beneath WildWood’s canopy. It spoke of the Yanuwah bloodline and a darkness stirring—one that even his people feared. Elias’s breath caught as a cold wind swept over the hill, carrying with it whispers in a langua

They participated in a tracking workshop together, where Leo shared his knowledge with the Silverpine children, and she felt a swell of pride watching him shine. Later, during the storytelling session, Elara took the stage alongside Leo, feeling a rush of excitement. They shared stories from their packs, weaving tales that captivated their audience. The connection between them deepened as they laughed and exchanged glances, reveling in the joy of collaboration. As the sun began to set, casting a warm glow over the clearing, Elara reflected on the day. The Unity in Nature event had exceeded her expectations, and she felt a profound sense of accomplishment. She had helped create a space where

And every night, I heard howls in the distance: rogues, wild animals, or worse. But I kept moving north. Always north. The compass became my lifeline, and my mother’s journal my constant companion. Each night, new instructions appeared on its pages: how to start a fire without matches when mine ran out, which plants were safe to eat, how to hide my scent trail from pursuing wolves. You’re doing well, my brave girl,* the journal read on the third night. But your body is reaching its limits. Tomorrow, you’ll need to rest. There’s a safe place ahead: a clearing with a freshwater spring. Stop there.

She has never felt more claimed, or more free. The dragons follow her over the edge one by one—Draven first, his release scorching inside her as he throws back his head with a primal roar. Kael follows, lightning crackling between his teeth as he empties himself with a growl that makes the windows rattle. Rion is last, his cool seed a blessed relief inside her overheated body as frost patterns spiral across the ceiling above them.

If he was to act like this on his first day, it would not be a surprise if I fired him sooner or later… But my billion dollars’ worth of savings would go to waste! Gods… What was I thinking when I bid that much money only to end up getting a bodyguard who acts like a child? My money! I had to get my money’s worth one way or another even if I have to sell that guy at a higher price. Or… I could just discipline him if that ever works considering that he was a mercenary, not a dog in training. After some time, Viola finally arrived with a pile of documents in hand. I could only heave a sigh at such a sight since it was to be expected after days of not being able to go to work. Thankfully, we ha

“You’ve got the pieces. And you’ve got us to guide you. But W.I.L.D. is also something you become through experience, through trust, and through embracing every part of yourself.” Serenya exhaled, feeling the weight of the day, the forest, the lessons, and the truth of their words settle inside her. “I… think I get it. Watchfulness, Instinct, Learning, Determination. W.I.L.D.” Solana’s presence thrummed in agreement. And you will carry it, little one. Not just for yourself… but for all who depend on you. Cheyenne ruffled her hair playfully. “Good. Now let’s see if that W.I.L.D. mind of yours can handle one more drill before sunset.”

Running my fingers through my hair I take a deep breath and take a deep breath in before walking out the basement. The cold wind blows in my hair, my skin coating with goosebumps. The city lights twinkle from a distance other than that all you could see were trees. I made sure the warehouse is far from the city so it would be easier to do our business without being detected. Leaning my body against the cold railing. I start to question why Esmee didn't rat out Antonio. Is it because of love or is she just scared? And why would Antonio leave her without protection if he knew that I wanted her dead? It just doesn't make sense.