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Everything speeds by, not stopping until I see myself standing in the threshold of the door, with Evander desperately trying to get me to step through. The blue-eyed man took me back here for a reason, but I have no idea what that reason is. Shaking my head, I turn to look for him. And then a loud bang echoes through the forest. The gates of Hell were opened at that moment, and shit hits the fan from here on out. Evander’s voice echoes behind me, muted as if he’s talking underwater. I whirl around, not wanting to see Lucas get stabbed through the chest. Something glows on the forest floor yards away, something I didn’t notice before. The sound of dragging chains reverberates around us, and m

The moon made an excellent job to illuminate his honeyed eyes, two perfect orbs. It was dark, pitch-black around the forest and the only source of noise were the cockroaches and the many insects that I rather not know about their existence mixed with a loud chewing noise. “Hm, actually, I did you a favor.” Dominic’s tone sent a chill down my spine as my head whipped to his direction. He was sitting down, his back against a tree as he stretched his legs and stuffed his face with Doritos. When he caught my gaze, he grinned like a schoolboy.

The sky above was void of clouds, with stars twinkling, and the moon, now a crescent, shone above them and illuminated the surroundings in dark blue. They approached a wooden hut, its windows were barred shut. A signage could be seen on the door, indicating that the owner was a coconut dealer. Beside the house was a large mango tree with withered leaves gathering above its roots. They ignored it and pressed further, vaulting over the roadblock that separates the jungle from the highway road. Their actions made slight noises that woke the inhabitants of the hut. They immediately stopped; Lukas noticed that a light bulb illuminated behind the frosted window and a faint silhouette of a person a

Sorry for the long author's note haha. Nity out 🍄

Darkness enveloped us as we ventured deeper into the heart of the forest, the trees looming like ancient sentinels casting elongated shadows in the pale moonlight. The air grew heavy with a sense of anticipation, a foreboding silence that seemed to hold its breath, waiting for the revelation that lay just beyond the veil of shadows. "What do you think awaits us?" I whispered, my voice barely audible, as if afraid to disturb the delicate balance of the forest's secrets. Malachi's eyes scanned our surroundings, his expression pensive. "I cannot say for certain," he replied, his voice a mere murmur. "But I sense a powerful presence lurking in these depths, one that holds the key to the truth we

Zeci glanced towards Boom, "It can fly; just climb up and make it lead us in search." Boom again carried Hana into the dark forest depths, flying over the swamp and then to a small waterfall with green grass. The sight in front of her amazed Hana; everything Hana heard about the dark forest was the place where stolen magic, where many people were mysteriously missing, but no one had ever talked about the scene. From above, Hana saw the horse with pure white fur with purple horn grazing. It was followed by a herd of one-horned horses drinking spring water. And. Hana was even more astonished; she rubbed her eyes to verify if she was mistaken for someone.

The woods grew darker and darker as the sun settled down the skyline. The torches were lit up and it gave off an incandescent glow that ignited the woods in ghastly silhouettes. The prison wagon treaded forward as it became colder the closer we are to the heart of the Dark Forest. You could hear the howls of wolves and the screeches of bats in the dreary atmosphere. Sophie woke up and quickly hugged her knees to herself and scooted beside me. Ezekiel is still fast asleep with his body pressed against the cold iron bars and his face turned away from me.

Unless I miraculously run across an abandoned grocery story filled with canned food I can hack open with my machete, the energy bars have to last me as long as possible. Back here in the woods, the transition from twilight to blackness is startlingly swift. With the thick canopy of leaves above me, no moonlight or starlight can penetrate down to the forest floor. One moment I’m sitting in deep shadows, and the next it’s so dark I can’t even see my hand in front of my face. I’d like to think that means no one can see me, either, but I know there are creatures from There with far sharper night vision than any human. That’s another reason I’ve chosen the concealment of the gully to spend the ni

It’s like they could run away from you but command a tree to fall right at your post. Lucianna threw her hand midair, just above Natyaramona’s chest and a beaming orange smoke emerged from her hand. Everyone took a step back when Natyaramona gasped loudly, her eyes vented open with her pupils now red. “It was successful!” my aunt exclaimed. Two of my other cousins - those who also almost successfully transitioned - abruptly came to us and helped Natyaramona up. “B-blood…” Natyaramona asked, louder this time.

It wasn’t just the forest itself she could feel the silver wolf’s presence, a steady force that gave her strength. “Do you feel that?” Eli asked, his voice low. Lyla nodded. “It’s the shadow. We’re getting close.” As they moved deeper into the darkness, they began to see signs of the shadow’s corruption. Trees were blackened and lifeless, their bark crumbling to ash at the slightest touch. The ground was slick with a foul-smelling sludge, and strange, glowing fungi clung to the rocks. “This place is wrong,” Dani said, her voice barely above a whisper.