Wilderness Novels & Stories

We were traversing a desolate, jagged path that led away from the Lawson territory. "Hunter, you have lost the scent. You’re driving toward the Dead-Lands." I looked out and realized we were deep in the Unclaimed Wilds. The area was a graveyard of twisted trees and grey mist, completely uninhabited. The transport was winding down a path used only by scavengers. Ruth, who knew the wilderness better than any tracker, clutched my arm. "This is not the trail to our den! You are leading us into a trap!" she cried out, her voice thin with terror.

The invitation arrived in a plain black envelope, no return address, slipped under her apartment door like a secret. Inside: a single heavy card, embossed in silver. Velvet Rope Society Saturday, 11 p.m. One night. One rule: everything is consensual. Bring only your desire. Lila had heard whispers about the club—exclusive, hidden somewhere beneath the city, a place where the wealthy and the wicked gathered to buy and sell pleasure. She’d always told herself it was myth. Fantasy fodder for late-night scrolling.

Amid the crisp sound of glasses colliding, I took a sip of the cold beer. The chill slid down my throat, but somehow, it warmed my heart. The road ahead was long, yet there was no reason to look back. Somewhere out there, beyond the horizon, an open wilderness was still waiting for me.

They talked and did not talk in the specific comfortable rhythm of people who had run out of the need to fill silence and had discovered that the silence was as good as the talking, sometimes better, the specific luxury of being with someone who did not require performance. Michigan in April was different from Chicago in April. Less urban, more immediate, the specific quality of a landscape that had not yet decided whether to commit to spring and was offering both simultaneously, bare trees with the first suggestion of green at the tips and patches of old snow still visible in the shadows of buildings.

Still, Kael would worry about her every second she was gone. While we ate, they explained what a null really was. The more they talked, the more it clicked. “That explains a lot,” I said slowly. “Why so many different creatures survive here on the High Wilds. Outside, wolves are always watching themselves. Always hiding. Always thinking about rank, rules, power.” I looked around the room. “That exists here too, but it doesn’t control everything. This place is rougher. Wilder. Closer to the land.” Mireya studied my face. Her mouth twitched. “You like it.”

Sydney hit Gina signalling her to stop talking. "Sis, we know that you have a bad temper but all of these is the man's fault because he didn't drive carefully. He acted as if he owned the road." Sydney said. " I will go out to search for job because there's no food at home for us to eat tonight." Ariande said and went upstairs to freshen up. Soon, she came down , took her bag and left the house. **************************** Finding a job was difficult. Ariande walked many miles, yet, there were no vacancy. She walked to a store to get water.

Kayla's Pov: So let me tell you a little about myself: For as long as I can remember I have been alone, it has its benefits but mostly it can be so dam lonely, do not get me wrong I love living in the woods I feel so free, and I'm not one of them horses that are so proud of them self although I know I am something worth looking at, but Sadler that is not a good thing as it mean I attract so much attention to myself which I do not need or want. I do sometimes miss being with other horses as I often see wild mustangs passing by, but life goes by and as soon as I turn 17, I am meant to find my mate! I have no idea on what to do the only other shifters around here are werewolves, the pack 'midn

Then he would bathe himself in that glistening dew that drenched the flushed, pouting folds of her cunt, that gleamed on on her trembling Fingers, tempting him, tantalizing him. Watched her avidly, his breath sawing harshly in and Out of his chest. Her hips jerked and she let out a shudder ing cry, closing her thighs tightly around her hand as her face convulsed in ecstasy. Suddenly, a loud crack and a rustling sound came out of the woods. Annie sprang up and slid swiftly back into the water with a startled gasp. There was the sound of bushes Snapping back into place. A bellow of primordial rage burst out of his throat. He crashed out of the bushes, ready to hunt down whoever had

But it was as if everything had been erased from my mind, leaving only the last twenty-four hours, which had been nothing but a nightmare. The two were all full an hour later, and the two men's conversation had died away. I was still deep in thought, but as I snuggled into a thick blanket, I gradually felt my body relax. My experience here in the wilderness can be frightening, but it also provides opportunities to personally experience wilderness. In a rapidly urbanizing world, understanding the benefits of interacting with nature is critical for maintaining and improving well-being. In the back of my mind, the little girl's wor

Winter pulls his hair until he lets out a cry. ”Let go! You evil!!!!” Ada gasped from beside them. “Jackery Fox!! How dare you call your sister evil?!....” Taking that as a chance, Winter runs up her stairs with an evil laugh echoing in the whole place. The next day, Winter strolled down the street wearing her casual long sleeve blue blazer and black high waist pants which she found in her closet after years of hibernation. The one thing Winter couldn't stop wondering about is the ability for her clothes to disappear always…..as if her clothes have legs and went for double dating when she started searching to wear for work.