Wildwood Novels & Stories

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."

Anything could kill them because of this weakness at the time He placed it under the shade of the tree, smiling, staring at the deer that was quietly walking in front of them "Come on, my hero," she shrieked, laughing under his breath He walked very slowly towards her. He didn't have any hunting materials, so he had to try this time with his hand Before his wolf was marched from the hunt, no Zen! With the help of his big sharp fangs On March's biography, Lann passed out! Despite the awakening of theirMate

--- Two Days Later — Edge of the Wyrmwood They stood at the boundary of death. The Wyrmwood was a stretch of land where nothing natural survived. The trees were blackened husks, their bark split and oozing red sap. The soil was cracked and lifeless, humming faintly with necrotic magic. A thin fog clung to the air, thick enough to mute sound and distort light. Lucien knelt and touched the ground. “This place is wrong. We’ll have to be careful. Step wrong and the land itself can twist your mind.”

Leaves and twigs crushed beneath his weight as he sprinted through the underbrush, the wildness of the wilderness matching the untamed fury in his heart. As he raced deeper into the woods, memories of the encounter with Alpha Drake and Amanda, coupled with what happened at Jane's home tore at William's heart. He had heard stories of lone wolves seeking solace in the embrace of nature, finding peace amidst the untamed beauty of the forest. In his anger and confusion, he hoped that the wilderness would grant him the clarity he so desperately needed.

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

His skin is tanned beautifully, being Hispanic gives his skin a golden hue. He chuckles, “didn’t mean to scare you, I was just wondering if you’d come with me to haul over some firewood. Keep me company.” With a hand over my beating heart, I nod, “sure, I’ll tag along.” Twigs snap and rocks are kicked as we walk through the woods. The tree cover gives us a good amount of shade so even though we are hot, we aren’t dripping in sweat or dying of heat stroke. “I should’ve brought some of the guys with us, we are going to need a lot of wood for when the storm is over.”

Alice had tried to talk to her countless times and convince her there was no way a parent could do something like that to their children, but she didn’t listen. “Alice?” Celine insisted. “Mmm?” “I saw something in the woods some years ago.” “What are you talking about, Celine?” “Yes, I saw something in the woods. I tried to talk to Erika when I first met her, but… our communication wasn’t possible. Alice, I saw Thomas killing someone.” Alice passed saliva with difficulty. Of course she believed her. “Can you talk to me about what you saw in the woods?” Celine looked right into Alice’s eyes. She didn’t know what to say. She was afraid that no one would believe her.

The manor was white with big floor to ceiling glass windows, it looked celestial under the moonlight. I have been in WillowRidge for my whole life, but I never knew about this manor, no one could see this from the road, it is so well hidden. What a wonder. The assistant opened my door and took me to the side of the manor through a garden of colourful flowerbeds that looked so beautiful even at night. We crossed a beautiful wooden door to a private sitting area, a place so beautiful, elegant flowers, fairy lights, a cabin made of glass walls and ceilings, I am not joking. The assistant took me in and asked me to sit on one of the chairs, I hesitantly did. I was mesmerised by the beauty , Natu

You'll love my antique bed. Karen did not realise they had entered the Blackwood estate until they were a couple of miles inside. Then the surrounding area became more woody, and there was a noticeable absence of vehicles. No other living person was anywhere in sight. They drove along a sandy road surrounded on either side by tall pines, stately beeches, oaks and ash with verdant grass carpeting the avenues and ridges between. A dazzling display of rhododendrons, with blue and pink blooms drooping as if worn out by excesses, sheltered in the arms of leathery bottle-green leaves. There was a momentary glimpse of deer heads raised alertly as they paused before vanishing with a quick white flas

She told everyone that Kira had to make up imaginary friends while she was in the woods just so she could cope with the loneliness. She had managed to convince every one with this story, except of course for Kira. She has been almost twelve years old when her mum had left her in-front of the church that night. The memory was so clear that it hurt, but mother had promised her that it was for the best, and even now in as much as it was different being here, she was sure now that her mother had been right all those years ago. And for that she missed her even more .