Ferngully: The Last Rainforest Life Is A Magic Thing Novels & Stories

But instead of old stories from my grandmother’s life, the pages were scrawled with strange symbols and sketches—shorthand in her handwriting explaining the purpose of different runes and sigils. Flipping through the pages, there were sketches of wolves, and the last page that she’d written in had a detailed rendition of a nightmarish wolf-beast that made my blood run cold at the sight of it, it’s eyes smudged over with charcoal in the shape of a protective rune. My heart raced when I realized what I was holding. This was no ordinary journal, it was a spell book.

-Long Sheng Jie, Realm of Dragons- 'But to them, we are creatures that only exist in fairy tales.' She slashed her tail across the blue sky, shutting out the familiar whisper from distracting her mind. Higher than the birds could reach, encircled by intricate webs of fluffy clouds, a majestic castle sat on a colossal, floating boulder. Baby plant elves chuckled as they flew above the tiny yellow filaments of magnolias along the verge. Teal seeds of irises glistened in a rhythmic flow, displaying their thousand years of rich nourishment. Into the tranquil ambiance, the silver ferns, Soulless Sonder, released another puff of swirl from the tips of their fronds, steadily increasing the fine net

We ran so long I was sure I was about to fall over. This part of the forest was one I’d never visited, the trees were thinner here. The autumn leaves had finished falling leaving them bare and black, spindling toward the sky. If my sense of direction could be trusted we weren’t far from the river nymph settlement, another place I’d never been. The elders said elves lived in the purple mountains I saw cresting over the horizon. They were so far and so different from other fae I often thought of them as mythical. Gera stopped suddenly, swooping down from the bright blue sky, stopping me in my tracks. The shimmer of magic in the air pressed against me. I couldn’t see anything, but the spot it c

Covering the fingers should be enough for this spell. “Khambasa ga saori.” The revelation spell. A green smoke billowed from where the seal was and I watched as it swirled upwards and formed the image of a little girl. Games, games, games. The devil likes to play games. I smirked. There were plenty of devils in this world, but only two came to mind that was this infuriating. This is either Sufians’ doing... or Nailah's. The thought left a bitter taste in my mouth. Sabrina’s not that experienced in infusing magic yet, so it can’t be her.

They shared a secret heavier than any magic. They lowered into the clouds, and then below them, the world changed. The mist parted. Below was not more rock, but a canopy of green so vivid it hurt the eyes after the grey stone. A valley, hidden in the mountain’s deepest embrace, untouched by frost or fire. A river like a silver thread glittered through its center. The Last Green Place. Their feet touched soft, mossy earth. The air was warm and sweet with the smell of living things. The silence here was not empty, but full,the buzz of insects, the distant call of a bird, the rustle of leaves.

The scent of earth and dampness hung in the air, a testament to the jungle's vitality and fecundity. Cynthia couldn't help but marvel at the sheer diversity of plant life that thrived in this magical place. Towering ferns with delicate fronds unfurled like intricate lacework, while carnivorous plants lurked in the shadows, ready to capture unsuspecting prey. Exquisite orchids clung to the trees, their tendrils reaching out as if to touch the heavens.

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

Pillows. Everything I'd left behind, getting yeeted like trash. A whole vibe: 'Thanks for playing, don't come back.' Then came the grand finale—our wedding photo. There I was, standing all stiff next to Calvin, smiling like I didn't know better. That girl? Total stranger now. The frame hit the ground and shattered—glass everywhere. I took a breath, stepped right over the mess, and kept walking. Last night's rain had passed. So had mine. ***

Gwyneth shifted her attention as the leaves drifted toward her, and with a soft gesture from Lev, they twisted together, forming a single word: Gwyn "Magic," Gwyneth blurted out. The sight was so illogical that her brain sparked with brief, painful protest. A giddy, cold thrill rushed through her veins, overriding the instinct to flee. "Moreover, Omegas who conceive often give birth to particularly strong offspring," Milo added softly, continuing the lesson without noticing anything amiss. But Gwyneth didn’t hear a single word. Her attention was fixed between Lev and Aslan—the enormous golden lion watching her with gentle, impossibly warm eyes. She didn’t dare blink, terrified the sight woul

Its surface gleamed under the lights, engraved with intricate patterns like flowing rivers. In the greenhouse, one of the women cut leaves with careful precision, placing them into bowls. The scent of crushed herbs and freshly turned soil began to fill the air. Amara knelt beside the tub, pouring in powders that dissolved in colors too vivid to be natural white that vanished instantly, blue that spread like ink, crimson that crawled through the water like living veins. Steam rose, carrying a strange sweet-bitter aroma that clung to the lungs. Finn leaned toward Brook. “This… feels like magic.”