Four Seasons At Forest Meadows Novels & Stories

The slanted landscape boasted several trees, four of which had slid from the top to the bottom and lay on their sides in the muddy meadow, covered in muck and grime. It took them a while to cross over the fallen trees in the meadow. Hayden told them there was another forest beyond the meadow where they could rest. Cory's bones ached horribly even though she had barely moved in the past hours. She figured it was the biting cold. The men were elated when they came in sight of the other forest. Hayden was glad as well but Cory could not help feeling miserable. She doubted she would ever know how to defeat the Mother Beast. She would probably never see Averina again. Hayden tried relentlessly to

Nyla didn’t notice the changing of the seasons until one day she woke up and the trees had new leaves. This was the first time Nyla could ever remember having this time of the year free; in the military, the first hint of spring heralded an arduous march back to District 4 to fight. She’d never had the opportunity to enjoy the refreshing breeze or the tiny animals that started to pop up out of nowhere.

Assembled are all of our strongest males, and a few femmes, the sub pack too as they come in from the forest where they had been out walking the perimeter before dawn. “We didn’t see her leave, are you sure, Cole?” Meadow interrupts as she strolls into the center of the group and stands by Colton’s side. Straight to command mode and all emotion pushed aside when she has a task. Colton nods and taps his head as if to tell her he had a vision and Meadows face pales out much the same way his did. I can tell he’s linking her with details and her expression says it all.

Amethyst The forest was alive tonight. Shadows danced between the ancient trees, their branches twisting like skeletal fingers against the silver light of the full moon. I stood in the center of the clearing, the air thick with a strange, electric hum that made the hair on the back of my neck stand on end. I was fourteen now, no longer the toddling child who clung to my mother’s skirts or hid behind my father’s broad shoulders. Meadowood had been my playground, my sanctuary. But tonight, it felt foreign, as if the land itself was holding its breath.

It had been exactly 24 hours since he had found Autumn in the meadow they met in years ago. She was still so beautiful. She looked older and like the weight of the world was on her shoulders. He could tell by the bags under her eyes that she wasn’t sleeping much. Her body was much more frail than he remembered. But she was still perfect to him and all he ever wanted.