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The endless night

Author: R. Mobley
last update Last Updated: 2025-04-27 05:00:24

Ben’s heart pounded in his chest as he took another step back, his feet stumbling over the uneven ground. The laughter came again, louder this time, mixing with the whispers of the others—Willy, Nadia, the nameless faces of the past. They circled him like vultures, their eyes unblinking, their smiles twisted into something grotesque.

“You’re one of us now, Ben,” Nadia’s voice echoed, her words distant and close all at once, like the forest itself was speaking.

“No,” Ben gasped, shaking his head. His hands trembled, his breath coming in short, panicked gasps. “This isn’t real. This isn’t—”

But the forest seemed to swallow his words. The trees groaned, their branches moving in slow, deliberate sways, as if alive, as if they were listening, responding. The air felt thick, oppressive, like something was closing in from all sides.

“You were one of us,” Willy’s voice sliced through the air, sharp and mocking. Ben’s gaze snapped to the boy standing at the edge of the clearing—Willy, but
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  • A Night at Wildwood   Glimpse into book 2 wildwood, veins of the earth

    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

  • A Night at Wildwood   A new presence

    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

  • A Night at Wildwood   End of wildwood continued

    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

  • A Night at Wildwood   The end of wildwood

    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

  • A Night at Wildwood   Shadows rise

    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

  • A Night at Wildwood   Emily’s awakening

    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

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