Wilderness Elite Diary Novels & Stories

6 Richard has all of his focus on the screen of his phone. He was staring intently at a picture of Celine with him. If his memories served him right, that was a picture they took in the Maldives about a year ago. But if anyone told him on that trip that he would be having a cold feet towards his marital duties in the next couple of months, he would have probably punched a tooth or a few teeth off the mouth of the bastard that would utter such gibberish!

Elliot's sister, Dawn, became a central figure in these recollections, a source of camaraderie and understanding during Zelda's most challenging moments. As the waves rhythmically crashed against the shore, Zelda wove a tapestry of stories, recounting the trials and triumphs of her hunting experiences. She spoke of the exhilaration of the chase, the primal instincts that guided her, and the bonds forged with her fellow hunters, including Dawn. Through her words, Elliot glimpsed the depths of Zelda's resilience and the strength she possessed within.

And there were pages and pages of it, 36 in all, I counted. Slowly I studied each page, shocked and also proud in a way as I saw how big my brother's dick was. Vicky, too, amazed me. She really did have an amazing body and she obviously loved using it. There were pictures of her with dicks in her mouth, pussy, and ass. Sometimes all at once. There were even several pictures of Vicky with other women, which I found the most exciting as I studied these pictures of forbidden sex. I noticed that Vicky did not have even one hair on her pussy. It was completely bald. As I looked through the album, I noticed that most of the women were like that, making me realize that it was because they had shave

I sat on the edge of a river with my feet in the water. A waterfall was directly in front of me dumping water into this river that runs thru a peaceful forest in my head. This is where I go. Sitting by the water watching it flow down past me carrying sticks and debris. I can see fish swimming past and I wish that I had a fishing poll with me. Its peaceful in this place, and I love it here.

sun was going down and I found a place in the forest that went into a hole in the tree, big stuff for one person. I set up camp and found some dry sticks once I got into the tree, so when the fire was built and had water boiling onit that was from a nearby lake. I want out to find some food as best as I can but something weird happens, when I show up back to my camp after finding less and a handful of berries to find a box in my campset. The box was wrapped up all nice and that was a note on it, "thank you for helping my mother to town. I left some money for you to get a room at one fo the inn " it was from the old lady's son, inside the box was a meal that was from the marker. This farm

The flames grew bigger, louder than their wails. Ambrose kneeled on the cement. The sound of their searing flesh was music to my ears. Screams of torment echoed inside the dungeon. Daniel screamed endlessly, his body pushed on the wall. Gideon and Sage went crazy trying to put the flames out. Gideon rolled over the dirty water but it was of no use. My fire is strong and it can’t be put out by water as long as I control it, it will spread like wildfire through every pores in your skin and it will be painful enough to not let you breathe.

Every snap of a twig sounded like a monster. "Drex! Help! Is anyone there? Please, help me!" she screamed. When no one answered, she forced herself to keep moving. She tried to find a source of water, thinking that if she found a stream, it would lead her back to the river where Drex had been shooting. But the water stayed hidden, and she only drifted further into the wilderness. "I’m really lost. I've never seen this part of the mountain before. How big is this place?" Tired and overwhelmed, Elea sat down against a tree. She was terrified, but she knew she had to stay calm to survive. Closing her eyes, she focused on her breathing—in and out, in and out.

The cool, sharp mountain air whipped past me as I ran. I was a fast, silver-gray wolf, pushing hard. My two Sentinels, Jax and Miko, ran close behind me. My head was loud with thoughts of the war and the old prophecy. “Focus, Ellie,” I told myself through the mental link, forcing my paws faster. Lachie first. The old story later. We reached the line that marked the Silent Peaks outpost. I slowed down, shifting my pace to save energy. I grabbed the special comm unit and kept my voice low. The words continued:

Lauren's muscles tightened against him just a little as she woke up. “But you had something else to tell me.” There was a pause. “If I’d known your mother was a medicine man’s daughter, I’d never have taken her to mate.” He’d said that ever since his son had begun showing signs of his mother’s talents. Toby smiled: his father knew better than to believe even he could lie to another werewolf or at least not to his sons. Not even over the phone. “Fine,” Brian said, when Toby continued to wait. Frustration made his voice sharp. “There’s been a kill up in the Cabinet Wilderness. An elk hunter was torn to bits a couple of days ago, on the last day of the season. One of our contacts

The air still carried the scent of smoke and fearfulness. Each breath taken was covered with memories of the Purge—the smoke that remains, the sting of betrayal, the metallic taste of blood. Lydia moved softly through the landscape like a slender flexible structure, her bare feet made no sound, her wolf vibrating beneath her skin. The forest had transformed; it no longer had that feeling of energy. Instead, it softly called her name.