Wilderness Novels & Stories

The chase became a dance between the human and the untamed, a journey that blurred the lines of reality and the mystical. Through the twists and turns of the ancient woodland, Drew followed the white wolf. The rhythmic patter of paws on soil became a symphony of the wild, and the moonlit trail led them deeper into the heart of the forest—a realm where the boundaries between the ordinary and the extraordinary dissolved in the silver glow of the night.

she frowned in disappointment. Owen was astounded to hear her target places and things to go and do. Except for the swimming spot, he knew the rest of where she wished to go and have fun. “Going hunting might consume all your weekend already,” Owen said. “It’s not like the wild animals you are going to hunt will be in a parade, and you can choose which one to shoot from a row in front of you. There are even times when the hunters still return home with an empty hand after a day or two,” he clarified.

Verra was calm but firm. The faces of all the elder's faces changed with the mention of the wilderness. They knew their chance of thriving or even surviving in that place was slim. The wilderness was a place without rules. The one with the bigger fist wins was truer there than anywhere else on the continent. They knew that while their first were big here, in that place it wouldn't even be considered a medium.

Doc-O put his finger to his temple, to recall the memory. “There are Old Ones, the wolves before humans. They scattered through the wilds to avoid contact with their brother wolves, for different reasons. Many of them to connect with their human, allowing Nature his balance. Some left to find peace, another to learn the Meld, others for pure isolation. They pride themselves in honoring the Old Ways, and if you manage to meet one, then you are either blessed or cursed depending on the wolf you ask.” He said.

I pick up the scattered guidebooks on my bed and stack them in my hands, holding them like a shield against me. Julia giggles as she sips her beer. "I don't know if we're cut out for that," she says. "Running around in the dark for a few hours in the semi-wilderness, if you can even call it that - basically a few acres of patchy trees, Ardal. That's a lot different than surviving for days out in the actual world." "Yeah, I guess," I sigh, "But it's not like there's a lot of real wilderness left to get lost in anyway."

The name evokes the image of a vibrant red moon casting its glow over a gathering of wolves, a symbol of our connection to the earth and each other. Moving on, I enter our location: an expansive 250,000 acres of stunning wilderness, cradled in the rugged mountains near the picturesque Rio Grande National Park in Colorado. I can easily envision the breathtaking scenery that surrounds us—the towering pines stretching skyward, their needles whispering secrets in the wind, and the sun-dappled clearings where wildflowers bloom in a riot of color. The beauty of our territory resonates deeply within me, offering a sense of home and a reminder of the wild spirit that

He buries himself in her, deeper and harder, as if attempting to merge their very souls. They collapse together, muscles trembling, hearts pounding in syncopation. Rain pelts the roof as Lyric shifts, wincing at the unfamiliar pressure inside her. "I can't—why can't I move?" she whispers, voice tight with confusion. "We're stuck together." Sebastian's eyes soften as he brushes damp copper strands from her forehead. "It's called knotting," he murmurs against her temple. "My body's...locking us together. It's how wolves mate."

To go straight into the jaws of the wolf hunting her down. Not a fucking chance. I reacted before she could. I lunged, slamming into her with enough force to send us both off the cliff. The world yanked sideways. Wind howled past my ears. Elise twisted midair, her wolf’s body writhing against mine, claws raking at my fur, fangs snapping dangerously close to my throat. Instinct ruled her now—pure, unchecked survival. The moment stretched, endless. Wind howled past us, the ground disappearing beneath our paws, nothing but open air and the cold abyss below.

I whisper hoarsely, my voice barely a breath against the overwhelming silence. The forest seems to close in on me, the once-comforting darkness now a suffocating void. I look up, hoping to see the familiar faces of my family, but instead, a low, menacing growl emerges from the depths of the woods. My heart pounds in my chest as a figure begins to materialize through the gloom. A large, black wolf steps into view, its eyes glowing a haunting blue. Its coat is sleek and glossy, a stark contrast against the dark backdrop of the woods. A white diamond-shaped tattoo gleams on its forehead, catching the faint light and casting eerie shadows.

**The Wild Wolves** Aria meandered through the lush, vibrant forest, a world alive with an intricate tapestry of sights, sounds, and scents. Each step enveloped her in the rich aroma of damp earth and blooming wildflowers, the vibrant hues of greens and browns intertwining like an artist's brushstrokes across the landscape. Having spent the past few weeks in this enchanted new home amidst the towering, ancient trees and dappled sunlight, she had cultivated a deep affection for the tranquility and solace the wilderness offered—a cherished escape from the chaotic clamor of her former life.