Wildwood Book Series Novels & Stories

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

I… I have a wolf. I, Alexander Michael Whitland, the HUMAN among werewolves, have a WOLF! My mind was blown at the thought of being anyone’s mate, let alone Holly’s second chance, and now this. Everything about last night still feels surreal, from the marking, seeing Nigel, to him giving me Leo because the Goddess lost a BET, and shifting for the first time. My brain is still overloaded. ‘You’re the excitable sort still, I see.’ Leo commented as Holly and I returned to the farm after packing camp.

“With all of that said, maybe you should tell me now where you are taking me.” “To the auction. Xavier Hawthorn is to be auctioned tonight. If someone buys him, then it would be close to impossible to get him again.” So bold of him to think that I would surely buy this Hawthorn guy. “What made you think that I will hire a mercenary as my bodyguard?” “Well, at least I am giving you this chance to get ahold of him. If you don’t buy him and regret it later, then that’s on you.” “I don’t have cash with me.”

The moonlit night embraced us, and the woods beckoned. With each step, I revelled in the primal connection with the earth and the wilderness. The moon, a silent witness to our escapade, cast its ethereal glow upon the forest floor. My wolf body moved effortlessly through the shadows, guided by instincts that were too often suppressed in our human lives.

Like the book knew me. I pushed that thought aside and turned the first few pages. Most of the entries were familiar types of magic—herbal mixtures, minor warding spells, protection charms, and potion recipes. The kind of practical witchcraft that most mages learned during their years at Rosewood. But I wasn’t looking for those. I flipped slowly through the pages, searching for anything that felt even remotely familiar. Anything that might explain the wings. Or the blood. It took several minutes before I found something.

***Author's Note: Please read books 1-4 before reading this book or else you'll be extremely lost. You will not be able to read this as a stand-alone. Books are as follows: Book 1: P.S You're My Mate Book 2: She's My Mate Book 3: I'm His Mate Book 4: His Warm-Blooded Mate Please remember to leave a review, vote with your diamonds, and comment! _________________________________________ SYLVAIN

“Nothing, I just got a small shock” “Yeah me too, where the hell did that gust of wind come from ? It doesn’t look like..”. “So, I am trying to learn more about them, vaetter, helping spirits and such you know”. Way to go Soleil, lie upon lie. But hey I got a whole mountain of lies behind me, so why stop now ? “Oh yeah, spirits of nature”. Mark gets up to find a book. I accept it and flip through the pages and for the first time I see what Siri told me. The stories are a total mix of very accurate descriptions and absolute nonsense. I smile to myself when I read about the elves and how incredibly beautiful they are. If they just knew.

And as they move through the forest, guided by the rhythm of the seasons and the whispers of the wind, Theo and the Earth Goddess stand as guardians of the wild, their bond a testament to the enduring power of love and the eternal beauty of the natural world. In the heart of their woodland home, nestled within the sturdy trunk of a majestic oak, stands a remarkable bookshelf carved from the very wood of the tree itself. The shelves curve gracefully along the inner walls of the chamber, following the natural contours of the wood, each one laden with volumes of ancient lore and mystical knowledge.

WOLVES OF THE DARK MOON SERIES BOOK 1- ALPHA RICK BOOK 2- ALPHA BLACK AND HIS LUNA ~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter 1- Whiskey Abigail "Hey, Abs... earth to Abigail!" My best friend Marisa says, making me come out of my trance as I stared stupidly at the ceiling while I listened to the birds singing. I wanted to suppress the feelings inside of me, just for a little while, if I could. "Hi, Marisa. What time is it?" I said as I sat up after lying down on the grass of our school field.

Hello all, as book one has come to an end, or what I’d consider an okay path for a new book.. I’ve decided to continue the series, or at least begin a second book following this one. The what ifs and mysteries will continue, for now. Will you follow the journey of Ashani, and Clara in the next book? What else has Wildwood unleashed, or what has it been covering up? There’s more twists and new dangers ahead. Let me know your thoughts on Night at Wildwood, and what you think will surface next? Any thoughts or wants to follow a certain character and dive into them?