Something Wilder Novels & Stories

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 words kept ringing.

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have found me so fast. She shoved the thought down. Hard. Across the yard, Jasmine and Kika were locked in a brutal spar. Jasmine—wild cat number 89—was dominating, landing elbow strikes and knee drives that had Kika (101) staggering. Serial stood at the edge of the mat, arms crossed, shouting critiques. “Too slow, 101! You fight like you’re scared of pain—newsflash, it’s coming anyway!” Jasmine swept Kika’s legs; Kika hit the mat hard. Serial barked a laugh. Then her gaze shifted. Landed on Riley. A slow, predatory smile curled her lips. “Oh look who we have here,” Serial called, loud enough to draw eyes from every corner of the yard. “The runaway wild cat. Quite surprising how out of the

The sound was wild, human, and not, and the voices still didn’t stop. Her nose began to bleed, a slow, dark trickle down her lips, staining her sleeve as she wiped at it with shaking fingers. She whirled around, her eyes wide, bloodshot, glistening red. “SHUT THE FUCK UP!” The maids flinched. Lisa froze. The stranger didn’t move. Rose’s finger shot out, trembling, pointing toward her maids. “All of you!! Stop looking at me!” The thoughts slammed harder, fragmented, jagged, until she felt the edges of her mind splitting.

I had to keep you hidden from their prying eyes. "Wendy and the others were mere decoys, a ruse to mislead any onlookers. As I struggled to grasp this overwhelming revelation, Ethan continued, saying, "We're no longer safe here; we must retreat to the sanctuary of our homeland." Under the cloak of night, the children and I followed Ethan onto a private jet. Our journey led us to a secluded canyon nestled in the Northwood mountains, known as Silver Moon Valley. Apprehension filled me as the cabin door opened. Being human, I feared rejection from the wolfkins.

He started moving so fast that she almost went crazy with ecstasy, especially when his manhood continued to pound and hit the innermost of her femininity. "Oh, do that again; hit that part again, baby, mmmnnnn, Andrew." Only now did Lana find out that there was also a part inside her that, when the young man hit, she really couldn't explain how intense the delicious shiver was and is driving her wild. "There you go, my god, Andrew, it’s coming out! Oh sh*t! Shit, I’m coming!" Lana said weakly, followed by a long and accented moan of happiness.

He nipped his way up my neck until he reached my ear and whispered, “You’re bad, Brenda. You’re bad and I fucking love it.” “I prefer wild,” I breathed out, finishing on a moan. “You’re bad and you’re wild.” He picked up his pace. “You’re my wild, tempting bitch. Don’t go soft on me.” I laughed, my fists clenching above my head. “Never.” And when I cummed, it was hard and it was wild.

He backed off slightly and looked down at me, enjoying seeing me panic. "Why are you so anxious?" he asked, his eyes glinting darkly as his gaze swept over me once more. I tried my best to curl up into a fetal position, but I couldn't move my limbs at all. They felt like they had all frozen in place, and no amount of struggling would work. "Stop fighting it," Jared said, looking at me with fake pity. "It's going to be even harder for you if you accidentally trigger the Punishment Mode." I didn't want to know what that meant, and I certainly didn't want to try to understand the playful glint in Jared's eyes.

Chase shrugged his shoulder in obviousness. “The man here was busy saving some unknown girl in the woods instead of catching the roamer.” Wilder fumed, and continued, “as your friend, I seriously think that you need to take back control of your Lycan. You dropped the hunt for a random fucking girl out of the blue today.” “Mind your words, Wilder.” “My point is, we were just a few steps away from catching something new.” Wilder seethed, “and we lost it! Now all we can do is either just hope it has disappeared, or prepare for its surprise attack.”

“You’ve got the pieces. And you’ve got us to guide you. But W.I.L.D. is also something you become through experience, through trust, and through embracing every part of yourself.” Serenya exhaled, feeling the weight of the day, the forest, the lessons, and the truth of their words settle inside her. “I… think I get it. Watchfulness, Instinct, Learning, Determination. W.I.L.D.” Solana’s presence thrummed in agreement. And you will carry it, little one. Not just for yourself… but for all who depend on you. Cheyenne ruffled her hair playfully. “Good. Now let’s see if that W.I.L.D. mind of yours can handle one more drill before sunset.”