Novels by R. Mobley

The air hung unnaturally still after the man’s final breath, as though the forest itself paused in reverence or fear. Clara knelt beside his body, her fingers curling into the dirt. There was no blood, no final gasp—just a sudden, cold silence, as if something had reached out and stolen the last spark of life from him. Emily stood a few feet back, arms wrapped around herself. Her eyes were distant, haunted—not just by what they had witnessed, but by the presence inside her that continued to churn restlessly beneath her skin. The Seed pulsed in tune with the forest, and Emily could feel it reacting to the man’s death. Something had shifted. A door had opened. Clara’s mind raced. Another bloodline. Another piece of the puzzle. The man hadn’t known everything, but he had known enough to be afraid—and to recognize that the curse of the Seed wasn’t just isolated to WildWood anymore. It was older, deeper, like roots spreading beneath the world. Emily stepped forward, her voice soft. “Cla

The air was thick with the scent of pine and decay, as if the forest itself was holding its breath. The journey ahead was uncertain, yet Clara couldn’t shake the feeling that something had changed—not just in Emily, but in the world around them. The battle had been fought, the Seed temporarily suppressed, but the land itself still carried the echoes of something ancient, something darker. The moonlight filtered through the canopy of twisted branches, casting long shadows that seemed to stretch unnaturally, as though they were reaching for something. Clara walked beside Emily, the weight of their shared burden heavier than ever. They were more than friends now; they were tied to each other in ways neither fully understood. The forces they had faced—and those they had yet to face—would test them both in ways they couldn’t even begin to imagine. Emily’s hand hovered near her chest, where the lingering presence of the Seed pulsed like a second heartbeat. Clara noticed the occasional tre

Clara knelt beside Emily, her heart hammering in her chest, her hands still trembling from the sheer force of the battle they had just endured. The light had faded from Emily’s eyes, but there was a softness to her expression now—like she was finally waking from a nightmare, only to realize the world had changed around her. The wind had settled, and the ground beneath them, once so full of treacherous energy, now lay still. But Clara could feel it in her bones—the unease, the pull of something dark, something deep beneath the earth, calling to them. “We did it,” Clara whispered, half to herself, half to Emily. But the words felt hollow, empty against the weight of the silence surrounding them. Emily’s voice was weak, fragile. “But… what now? What happens to me?” Clara hesitated, her fingers brushing Emily’s damp forehead. She didn’t have an answer—not a complete one. The Seed had been driven back, for now, but the remnants of its power lingered, like ash in the air, waiting for a c

The moment Clara’s blade sank into the earth, a blinding light erupted from the point of contact, sending a shockwave through the very air. The ground beneath them trembled, the earth groaning as if awakening from an eternal slumber. The roots that had ensnared Clara flared and writhed like living serpents, recoiling from the force of the blade, and Emily staggered backward, her hands trembling as the light from the Salt-Blood blade cut through the darkness that had overtaken her. For a brief, fragile moment, Clara thought she saw something behind Emily’s eyes—something human. A flicker of recognition. A desperate plea for help. But then the light dimmed, and the roots seemed to pulse with a life of their own, as if trying to pull her back into the abyss from which they had risen. “No,” Emily gasped, her voice cracked with pain. “I… I don’t want to be this anymore. I don’t want to be… this thing.” Clara’s heart twisted. She could feel the struggle within Emily, the part of her that

The sea roared, waves crashing violently against the jagged rocks, as if the earth itself were reacting to the tension between Clara and Emily. The wind howled, tugging at their clothes, the scent of salt and decay filling the air. Clara stood at the edge of the cliff, eyes locked with Emily, whose transformation had reached its full, terrifying potential. The glow emanating from Emily’s form was eerie, like moonlight trapped inside her very skin, veins of root and coral crawling beneath her translucent flesh. Clara could feel it in the air—the pull, the weight of something ancient and unstoppable stirring just beneath the surface. Emily was no longer just a friend, a girl caught in the crossfire of something greater. She was now the vessel, the key to something far worse than they had ever imagined. “You don’t have to do this,” Clara said, her voice thick with a mixture of desperation and defiance. She stepped forward, slow and deliberate, though her heart was racing. “This isn’t y

The air felt heavy, thick with salt and the promise of things both old and new. The once familiar rhythm of the waves crashing against the cliffs now seemed distant, muffled, as though the world itself held its breath in anticipation. Clara stood at the edge of the rocky shoreline, her eyes fixed on Emily as the woman—the thing—approached. Her figure was different now, too ethereal, too tied to something beyond the natural world. Her steps were slow, deliberate, each one leaving faint imprints in the sand, like she was both of this earth and not. Vines of root and coral crawled up her limbs, twisting in strange patterns, the marks of the Seed claiming her slowly. Her eyes were no longer the bright, defiant windows to her soul. Instead, they shone with a pale, oceanic glow, clouded with the knowledge of things beyond human comprehension. Clara’s chest tightened. Emily wasn’t lost to the Seed yet—not fully—but the change was undeniable. The girl she had known, the friend she had tried

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? Below is a small glimpse into book two, I hope you enjoy it as much as I’ve enjoyed creating this mini world. —— glimpse to book. Two - wildwood: Veins of the earth. After Varethkaal is sealed, Clara and Ashani uncover evidence that WildWood was only one node in a network of ancient, sleeping powers. The roots of these dark entities—known to the Yanuwah as the Deep Ones—spread beneath ley lines and forgotten places. Now

The earth cracked open wider, the very soil beneath their feet giving way to massive fissures. Dark, oozing sap—like the blood of the forest—began to spill from the cracks, black and viscous, moving like liquid shadows. “Run!” Clara shouted, pulling Ashani’s arm, but Emily hesitated, her gaze fixed on the ground, her mind racing with the realization that the land was no longer just a passive victim of the curse—it was now an active agent in the spreading darkness. As they sprinted toward the edge of the clearing, the earth heaved beneath them again, sending ripples of dark energy through the ground. The trees groaned, their boughs contorting unnaturally, and the sky darkened, as if the sun itself was being consumed by the land. “I knew it wasn’t over,” Emily murmured under her breath, her heart pounding in her chest. They could run, but they couldn’t escape. The forest wasn’t going to let them leave. The whisper came again, closer now, unmistakably clear. “You cannot run from

For a moment, the world seemed to collapse into a single, burning point of light. A wave of energy shot through the clearing, cracking the very ground beneath their feet. The roots writhed in agony as the light intensified, searing through the darkness and reaching the core of WildWood itself. The trees trembled, their bark splintering as the land buckled under the pressure. Then, with an earth-shattering roar, the ground split wide open. WildWood, once a place of darkness and twisted power, began to burn. “We did it,” Ashani whispered, her voice filled with both relief and exhaustion. Clara nodded, her heart still racing from the final battle. She could feel the weight of the moment pressing on her chest. The curse had been broken, the land freed, but at a cost. Emily’s face was pale, her eyes shadowed with the toll the battle had taken on her. “We’ve broken the curse… but the darkness isn’t gone. It’s just dormant. The seeds have been planted, and it will grow again—somewh

The roots that once held Clara in their vice-like grip recoiled violently, retreating from the light that poured from both Ashani and Emily. The air was thick with power—raw, untamed, and ancient—shaking the very foundations of the cursed land. The forest groaned, its deep voice resonating through the earth like the growl of a beast wounded in its heart. A dark wind howled, rattling the leaves and branches of the trees, yet in the center of that storm, there was a bright, defiant light that stood against the encroaching darkness. Clara’s body trembled as the roots loosened their hold on her, her limbs aching from the pressure. She gasped for breath, every muscle screaming in protest, but she reached out, her hand finding Ashani’s as she was pulled upright. “Clara, are you alright?” Ashani’s voice was filled with both concern and determination. Clara nodded, blinking away the haze in her vision. Her heart raced in rhythm with the pulse of the stone that Ashani held, which was now

The soft, almost imperceptible whisper seemed to hang in the air, resonating through the stillness of the forest. It was a voice neither fully human nor entirely something else. It carried with it an ancient, ancient weight, something so old and so deep that it threatened to bend the very fabric of reality around it. Clara, Ashani, and Emily stood frozen, eyes scanning the clearing for any sign of movement. “Did you hear that?” Clara asked, her voice hushed, almost reverent. Ashani nodded slowly, a frown tugging at her lips. “It wasn’t just in your head,” she said quietly. “I felt it… something… slipping through.” Emily’s hand clenched around the stone she still carried, though its light had dimmed, the stone’s power now drained. Yet she felt the weight of it still, a connection to the past that she could not ignore. A thread still tied her to WildWood, even now. Her voice was low but firm when she spoke. “The curse may have been broken… but that doesn’t mean the darkness is gon

Deep beneath the earth, Emily’s eyes fluttered open. For a long moment, she lay still, her body aching, her mind clouded. The darkness had enveloped her completely, and she had no idea how long she had been unconscious. But there was a sudden shift—a flicker of light—and she saw it. The roots, curling around her like serpents, but not just around her—around the very soul of WildWood itself. She could feel the darkness growing inside her, but also something else, something she didn’t recognize. The air felt different, charged with a strange, unfamiliar energy. “No…” she whispered hoarsely, pushing against the roots that were binding her to the ground. The remnants of the stone that had once been with Clara were now pulsing beneath her, buried deep in the earth, sending out waves of energy. And as Emily struggled, she remembered. The seed. The bloodline. Her ancestors had been tied to this forest, just as Clara’s had been. The curse had followed them for generations, and the d