All Chapters of A Night at Wildwood: Chapter 61 - Chapter 68

Ashani stood frozen at the edge of the chasm, her pulse pounding in her ears as the echoes of Clara’s disappearance reverberated through the air. The earth around them was no longer still. The very roots of WildWood seemed to breathe, pulsating with a life of their own, a rhythm that matched her own heartbeat, and every step she took closer to the hole seemed to make the pull stronger. She reached for the stone that Clara had placed in the earth. It was still glowing, its soft light casting an eerie, otherworldly glow on the surroundings. It felt wrong in her hand—too warm, too powerful—but Ashani knew it was the only link they had left to the woman who had vanished into the depths. The earth trembled again, and the trees surrounding the clearing creaked, their gnarled limbs twisting and curling in unnatural directions, as if reaching toward the hole. Ashani’s heart raced. There was something beneath the ground—something alive, and it was waking. She took a deep breath, summonin

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

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 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