Forever Across The Marsh Novels & Stories

"The Marshers' devotion to adjust includes a layer of ponder to the harmony of this put." Birch's eyes were taken after a Marsher as they amplified their hand towards a gathering of water lilies, causing them to blossom in a dynamic show of colors. "And the charm of the Charmed Woodland resounds with the serene soul of your individuals." The Marshes welcomed us to connect them in their home of nature communication, and we energetically accepted. They instructed us how to attune ourselves to the whispers of the bog, to listen to the voices of the trees, and to feel the rhythms of the water.

“Whatever those things are, they can go bother someone else today.” Bane sighs quietly but follows behind me. The Hollow Marsh. Even the name sounds unpleasant. But I do not care. Somewhere here is where the Silvarin should be. And that herb is the only thing standing between Summer and death. We walk deeper into the marsh for almost twenty minutes. The water around us becomes darker and thicker. Then suddenly Bane stops walking. “Wait.” I turn back toward him.“What?” He raises his hand and points toward the riverbank ahead.

I said. “How do you know?” Rowan asked gently. “Because if she wasn’t,” I said, “they would’ve left her body for me to find.” He didn’t argue. We left again before the hour turned. North, toward the Bleeding Marshes. The most cursed part of the northern wilds. A place the old maps warned about, where soldiers had vanished long ago. But the trail pointed there and so we followed it. The wind changed as we rode. It turned wet and heavy. The air smelled of rot and smoke, like something burning beneath the earth. The trees bent lower here. The light thinned.

The marsh doesn't belong to wolves, it doesn't belong to vampires either. Zara looked up."Then who lives there?" "Absolutely no one." The answer unsettled her. "That's impossible." "It used to belong to a pack." Selma's expression darkened."They disappeared, all of them." "Disappeared?" Rynese repeated, "without fighting?" Rynese asked. Selma nodded. "The Belmars moved in afterward, they've spent years turning the marsh into a fortress." Kael folded his arms. "So we're walking into enemy territory."

Elyse's First-Person POV The wedding went off exactly as planned. Music swelled through the hall. I walked down the aisle in my custom wedding dress with two flower girls guiding me along. Petals and butterflies danced in the air, their delicate scent clinging to my veil, my shoulders, and my hands. As I neared the center of the stage, I saw Mom through the gap in my veil. She was nestled in Dad's arms, tears slowly streaming down her face.

into a trance, being hit by a train would be better than this, it was agonizing, slow, malignant, he could see her, she was calling to him, it was a garden, like the garden she made him promise they would make together, once she could fight her addiction, the ixoras were in full bloom, the roses in red lush, it was as perfect as she had described it, the air had a fragrance that only the flowers could give, and for the first time, everything was peaceful, until suddenly, the red turned black, the lush withered, the air clouded with smoke, it destroyed everything, and she burned, right in the middle of it, in that instant, he screamed the loudest, he couldn't do anything, the flowers were go

"I'm going to the indoor pool to swim and clear my head. Do not let anyone disturb me." Once inside the cavernous pool room, I didn't change into a swimsuit. I walked to the edge of the illuminated water. Looking down through the rippling, chlorine-scented surface, I suddenly saw the reflections of our past: Elio carving my favorite flower into his skin, Elio swearing his blood oath, Elio holding me under the moonlight. I slowly raised my hand and brushed it across the water's surface. With a single sweep, the beautiful illusions shattered into countless empty, white bubbles.

I spend my days reading reports and performing fact-checking analysis until late at night. The second week, Tania shared something with me after she came home from work. "Chuck went to that old jewelry store in South City to ask about replicating your silver bracelet." I was writing when she said this, and paused while still holding the pen. Tania leaned against the doorframe and looked at me. "The old jeweller told him that the inscription inside the bracelet was hand-carved and that he couldn't replicate the exact inscription or the age of the bracelet. What he meant to say was that some broken things can never be fixed. It isn't the problem of the material, it's just that one can never tu

There was a lake near by and swishing sound of water rushing through the forest in small streams to reach it, gave it a fair tale like setting. I must admit that I found winter in Norway somewhat depressing and was counting the days to Spring. The perpetual darkness outside, with the sun never rising, made me miss home. I was accustomed to eleven months out of twelve of sun and even then the cloudy and rainy days made me feel depressed. Having absolutely no day time took it to another level. At least the snow partially made up for it. I enjoyed watching it blanket everything in white. When no one was looking, I built snowmen and made snow angels. I even doodled and wrote my name in the snow