Wilderness Novels & Stories

Leaping over fallen logs and bounding through the underbrush, he races back toward the safety of his pack, his heart pounding with the adrenaline of survival. The shadows of conflict and uncertainty linger in the wake of his retreat, a stark reminder of the dangers that lurk in the untamed wilderness. Tyler's solitary battle has tested his mettle and sharpened his instincts, leaving an indelible mark on his consciousness as he navigates the unpredictable realm of the forest.

Apollo tracks and brings down a deer in the dark woods, displaying terrifying predator efficiency that alarms and thrills Daniel in equal measure. The midnight excursion beyond the perimeter fence had been an awakening, but a single run across the high granite ridges was only the prologue. The wilderness was not merely a landscape to be admired from a precipice; it was a hunting ground, and an alpha wolf-hybrid does not merely jog through his territory he claims it with teeth, muscle, and absolute predatory intent.

~Nick~ The name’s Nick Gracen, but most call me Lightning. I’m the local prez of the Wild Ridge MC Club. It’s a title that carries weight, respect, and a hell of a lot of responsibility. I looked around the clubhouse, a place that had seen more action than most could handle. The air was thick with the scent of oil, leather, and a hint of whiskey—a comforting blend that felt like home. The brothers were scattered around, some tinkering with their bikes, others deep in conversation about our latest shipment.

He claimed the wilderness was full of vicious Rogues and that he feared for my safety. But the fresh, high-quality prey he sometimes brought back couldn't possibly have come from this outer part of the wilderness. I used to feel sorry for him, for all his hard work, and even offered to hunt with him. But he told me that the deep woods were filled with out-of-control Rogues and rabid beasts. The trap with the rabid bear had left me so terrified that I clung to his every word. Now, any rustle in the woods makes me flinch and instinctively cry out his name.

Thankfully though she and Ricky are really good friends. The music changes and the doors open again. Wilder sits Lucy down and she takes the basket of flower petals that we offer her. Val hasn't let go of her basket since she woke up this morning. She even took it to the bathroom with her because she was afraid she would lose it if she turned it loose. She wouldn't let anyone touch it, even going so far as to fill it with flowers herself. It's really kind of adorable.

"What's wrong, baby?" "This", she gestured at the chicken. "Is wrong, what is wrong with this place?", everyone had started to look at their table as she was causing a scene. "First, they serve me a Chardonnay that tastes like turtle's sweat and now they give me this ugly looking ass chicken?", she got up immediately. "I can't deal with this", she walked out. To say he was shocked was an understatement, nothing about her behaviour was weird, not at all. It's perfectly normal for a woman to know what turtle's sweat tastes like and chickens now look ugly, how interesting. He's engaged to a psychotic freak, he knew that for sure. He walked out behind her and caught up with her right outside the

"And did it work?" "For a few minutes, yes," I said. "What are you doing out here alone?" "I'm an environmentalist," he explained. "I'm studying the ecosystem and inhabitants of this forest, due to it being relatively untouched by human urbanization and expansion. I've been mapping the forest for the past few days, see." He unfolded the piece of paper in his hand and turned it towards me. On the paper were lines and words scrawled in seemingly random places, with little rocks, trees, or flowers drawn here and there. A messy legend was penned in the bottom right corner, and the map only extended to about one third of the page, clearly unfinished.

"Mr. York, there’s a place outside of Confluence Base City. You will find all kinds of animals infected with the zombie virus there. There are also many zombies, zombie-hunting teams, and wild martial artists that enjoy seeking treasure in the Wilderness. Old Master Sandford eyed Lucas enquiringly. He did not know if Lucas would be happy with his recommendation. Lucas thought that the place seemed quite interesting and would be worth making a trip to. Lucas stayed in Confluence Base City for three more days. The Top Three Families were busy supervising the outer city’s restoration lest zombies continued to attack their city. Three days later, Lucas bade farewe

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I looked over at Izaac, he was looking at the scenery in front of us. It’s in the middle of a forest, there was a waterfall now covered in ice. The sun has already fallen on the horizon with hues of pink and red painted up the sky. The thick snow became a blanket to the ground. Dead trees were decorated with snow and ice spikes. It was breathtaking. “How do you do this?” I asked, never taking my sight from the wintery forest. I could feel Izaac shifting his position, leaning back on the roof. “I don’t know, I just do it. I simply create the scene in my mind and it happens, like I’m just changing a TV channel. Look at this,” He raised his hand and snapped his finger.