Wildest Imagination Novels & Stories

Behind the hood she was anonymous, invincible. Kate realised suddenly that she was beginning to fantasise. Behind the hood she could think what she wanted. The man before her had ceased to exist for her. Now he was just an instrument who would eventually play a part in her fantasy. She felt herself becoming wetter, felt her lips swell and her clitoris begin to harden. She felt wild and free and omnipotent. The latent exhibitionism that she had displayed at the opera was developing. Then, she had been both carried away and ashamed of herself. Now, she was simply carried away. At the opera, she had been embarrassed that the audience might see what she was doing. Now, her audience was spreadeag

Candy was running through the woods on her normal morning run, her heart was beating fast as she leaped over a log and continued running. She could feel the sweat as it trickled down her back making her shirt stick to her damp skin, the sound of her breathing was the only thing she heard as the morning sunlight slowly filtered through the tree’s leaves. As she neared the back of the packhouse a smell hit her that had her mouth watering, her wolf was instantly on alert. The beast wanted her to follow that sweet tantalizing scent of orange slices dipped in chocolate. It reminded her of Christmas morning and the treats her Jiji would bring for her and her brother.

Well,she will not allow something like that to happen. She has always been aggressive not only with sex and Andrew knew that. And she will not allow that only a child will cause the permanent disappearance of her hope that the man she has secretly dreamed and fantasized about will notice her.

But were these whispers true, or merely another echo in the vast emptiness of the Deadlands? The silence gnawed at me, worming its way into my thoughts, twisting my confidence into knots of doubt. Every creak of the tent, every distant howl of a hyena sent his pulse hammering against his ribs. I imagined Anya, my fearless whisperer, captured and tortured, her secrets bleeding out under the cruel gaze of Adolph’s men. I saw Scar, a grinning jackal rising from the shadows, ready to tear the kingdom apart.

Whatever it may be, I am ready to embrace it wholeheartedly, to immerse myself in the depths of my imagination and let the words flow freely. As I open my notebook to a blank page, the possibilities stretch out before me like an uncharted map, waiting to be explored. The pen hovers above the paper, ready to etch the first strokes of a new adventure. With each word that spills onto the page, I feel a sense of liberation, as if the shackles of reality have been cast aside, allowing me to traverse the realms of creativity and narrative with boundless freedom.

He is only a picture on a page of white paper, a figment of my imagination that is surely laughing at me as it tugs on the lonely strings of my heart. That's all this is— my imagination finally snapping and taunting me, playing into my emotions so I get even more wound up and emotional over nothing. Over nothing real. For what I am seeing can't be real. This perfect man dying on the canvas of my mind and the pages of my book, his black wings hanging limply— Black wings? I stare at the picture just to be sure, and see the feathers falling to the ground even as my pencil draws them. It startles me, this image that has become so real I don't even know where reality ends and fantasy begins.

I am just hanging there, a bridge of flesh between four predators. This is wild. It’s not a romantic dance, it’s a complete takeover. Silas and Kael are moving in accordance, their heavy balls hitting my clit with every thrust. Prime is treading deep in my ass, his pace slow and grinding, making sure I feel every inch of him. The Feral is taking my mouth with a crazy, animal energy.

"Elara... don't leave me..." Black blood drips from the corner of his mouth. He has gone completely mad. When Kade's rogues relay these scenes to me, an outsider might think he truly loved the "Elara" in his delusions. But only I know the truth. He has trapped himself forever in that wilderness illusion, one filled with lies yet excruciatingly painful, waiting day after day for someone who will never return. The morning sun pierced through the clouds, spilling into the vast herb garden.

“In a mystical dell, secluded for more than a millennium, Unknowingly safeguarded by the wolves of the Desert, Is the celestial lamb that you seek. Among her dowry are the charms of lost ages, Keys to the kingdom the seven keep. Neither by might nor by treachery is she ensnared, Tempted only by the black wolf of the Wood is she Thus lured out, subdued and made weak. Among the trees walk the gods of lost realms And new bloodlines with Were guardians sleep.” Holy shit. Ian! What the fuck, Sean? Why are you shouting? I just spilled coffee all over my suit. Get Jack in your office. Five minutes.

"Look. We have super abilities. I'm not joking. We literally can smell every component of that amazing shampoo that you usually use. Sometimes you switch to another, more like a pine tree meets an orange scent. I can see your blood passing through your veins, in your neck, in your wrists. I can hear your lungs and the air entering and exiting. Your heart beating. I can see a gap in your third and fourth right upper teeth and other things that I don't have to tell you." I ruminate on that. "So you have to focus on what you want and ignore the rest. If you are not trained..." "She lost it. Probably don't even know what to do. Acting only by instinct. Instinct of a wolf that was born a month ag