Don T Go To The Woods Novels & Stories

“We should go. It’s an annual beach party in Spring Woods on Friday night. Lots of people go—drinking, dancing, skinny-dipping, howling at the moon. It’s wild. You up for it?” I think about it, about letting loose for once. “I’ve never done anything like that,” I admit. “Could be fun. A real college experience.” “Then it’s settled,” Kiana says with a grin. “You’re not going alone, though. I’m your wing woman, remember? I’m not letting you wander into the woods with Damien Rock. No way. You don’t know what he’s capable of. Come on, we have to go pick out outfits.”

I ordered Donnie to go and buy some things as I withdrew some money. "Hey, let's eat buns first." Don put a small bun in my mouth and gave me bottled water to drink. "Did you buy everything?" "Um." He nodded and held up the bag in my face. "Then let's hurry up. This isn't even halfway yet." Donnie walked to the nearby trash then jumped up behind me. We continued to travel along the road as we got out of the city and entered a forested area. The air is fresh, and the tranquility of the lush green surroundings did not make me smile in the least.

Only one sentence had been written. Don't go to the orchard alone. The traitor is already there.

I watched the green light fade through the leaves and said, out loud, to nobody in particular: “I’m going to come for every single one of them.” The woods said nothing, and I didn’t need an answer.

Of the woodsman. Of the fire. Of the man who didn’t ask. Who just took.

I was going to paint the damn sky red. Dark Woods was more than just my house, my home. It was a safe haven for my boys. My twins. It was where we all went to hide when the problems of this life became unbearable. And he fuckin’ knew it that it would drive us crazy. Just thinking about it blinded me with so much rage.

” Claudia asked the driver who took a few seconds to answer her as he was processing his thoughts. “Well, aside from the woods, I do not think anywhere is off limits. And I say the woods because it is very easy for anyone that was not born and brought up here to not get lost in it. All trees look the same to a newcomer, so we try to encourage them not to go exploring on their own. But any pack warrior can accompany you into it, just do not go in there on your own.

“There’s one important rule you need to know about this school.” Dennis paused mid-step. “Rule?” he asked with curiosity. “What rule?” Cynthia folded her arms like she was about to tell a ghost story. “Well,” she began slowly, “once it’s night… do not enter the woods.” Dennis blinked. “Why?” “Because if you do,” Cynthia continued in a calm voice, “you will be killed.” He stared at her for two seconds. Then he laughed. A light, amused laugh. “What do you mean killed?” he said. “Is this some kind of horror movie?”

she whispered. The trees didn’t answer. But then—a sound. Low. Steady. A single howl. Not mournful. Not triumphant. Alive. It drifted across the snow-covered hills and coiled through Ironclaw like a forgotten lullaby. Grace closed her eyes. She didn’t howl back. She only whispered, “Goodbye.” Then turned and descended the tower, steps steady, leaving the wind to carry the rest.

“He tend to worry in times like this but he’ll be back soon. You don’t have to worry.” Elias nodded to make the two at ease. However, suddenly, Alari went to his direction and dragged him towards the foreign place. They used the dense forest at the back which made Elias wondered where they were going. “Alari, where are we off to? Aunt Helga is going to be mad if we go too far,” he lectured the kid, but Alari ignored her. “I am not familiar here yet.” Until the path they’re walking becomes more clearer and clearer. The woods seemed like columns inside the forest that’s beautifully stood up on its roots. Each woods was tied up a small bagon stem with different flowers covering it.