Gentle Forest Novel Novels & Stories

*Ella* The walk through the forest is short, but the sun sets behind us, and the forest is cast in a deep violet glow. A chill settles in my bones. It’s autumn here, the same as in Crescent Falls. My bare feet are coated in dead leaves by the time we crest a hill and look down at a small village tucked in a cleared area in the forest, surrounded by old growth trees and situated in a circular fashion around a tall, square building made of stone.

Grisella POV Different from before, Noah led me to the house. The pine trees give off their fragrance. The forest always respects my steps. The most excellent comfort I get from the forest. I feel dashing walking in the middle of the forest, maybe because of the new strength I have in my physique "Noah? there are a lot of things that I finally know it's like river water that continues to flow. I go with the flow and in the end I will meet the end, "I said

Gwanhoya tries to escape the whirlwind and lightning strikes her down and the storm is starting to inflict damage on her. At Alabaster Weald Genteel stares at the moon with Garamba slowly becoming covered with blood. Catherine wakes up from her long rest and walks up to them. Looking at Genteel confused she asks, “What is going on? What happened while I was resting?” Genteel turns to look at her, “A lot has happened and right now, Divine and Gurudza must be fighting Gwanhoya.” She tells her the situation. She is shocked to hear this and she looks and Garamba, “Why is the witch of the dark forest doing here?”

“Okay. I hope it's not too late. Just be careful and stay away from Giselle and Lucille.” “I will.” Silence fell between us once more as we lay side by side, our hearts heavy with thoughts until we drifted to sleep. ***** Author's pov Among the giant trees on the outskirts of a wild forest stood a small cottage, isolated from the rest of the packs and houses. Giselle, clad in an overflowing cloak, moved stealthily, walking in a straight path before halting as she reached the entrance of the cottage. The door flung open before she could lift her hands to knock. A smile curled up on her face as she took a few steps in, resting her back behind the door that shut immediately after she entered.

We stay like this until the pilot’s voice cuts through the cabin, informing us that we’ve passed the turbulent clouds. Christian lets go immediately. He stands, smooths his jacket, and returns to his seat without looking back. But the warmth he leaves behind lingers longer than the fear of the turbulence could. ~~~ New York decided to retain the gloomy atmosphere from the rain that fell in Montana. It hasn't rained here yet, but the weather is cold and without sun.

My father did, and now I’m paying the price. “We’re here,” the driver announces. It’s then that I raise my head, realizing the car had come to a stop at the entrance of my golf course. I look up to the sky as I exit the car. The weather has been the same since my mother was murdered. All gloomy and dark with no rain. It was almost as though the entire city knew I was grieving. “Good evening Mr. D’amato,” Lennox, the GM of the course, a middle-aged man with a large frame and dyed beard greets, bowing excessively with a wide, eager smile. I nod in his direction.

She leaned back, a look of pure amusement crossing her face. "Wait just a second," she said, her eyebrows shooting up. "What’s happening here? Are you two a thing?" I could feel the heat radiating off him. "We have a fungus to catch, squeak," he said smoothly, already starting to lead me toward the door. "Don't get distracted by the details." Before vi left Jinkyu came with a packed lunch wrapped in a felt. We left the house behind and began to hike deeper into the forest. As we climbed higher along the mountain slopes, the intense, magical glow of the town began to fade. The luminous fireflies became fewer, and the forest started to look more like the deep, dense woods back in my own world.

And I remembered thinking, this is the kind of woman who could shatter mountains if she chose to. If I was fire, Rhea was lightning. And I needed a storm to set us all up. “She’s unpredictable,” Daniel said when I told him. “Even dangerous than am i.” “I know,” I said. “But so am I now.” {One week later} The forest on the edge of no-man’s-land had long been abandoned by the packs and taken as a place for rogues. It was neutral ground—dangerous, quiet, and perfect for what I had in mind.

In the other, the leather pouch of fresh milk the messenger had given her. Neither had left her grasp since the carriage departed. Nova lay quietly within her mind. For once. The white wolf had nothing to say. The silence between them was heavier than words. Hours passed. The familiar forests surrounding Mooncrest slowly disappeared behind them, replaced by towering pines whose branches reached so high they swallowed the morning sunlight. The farther north they traveled, the quieter the world became.No birds sang. No rabbits darted through the undergrowth. Even the wind seemed reluctant to disturb the ancient woods.

But I definitely did not eye-rape him. "I am so sorry." I mumbled. Is the universe against me or something? "I wasn't looking and-" Okay, maybe I did a little bit of eye-raping. I mean, who could blame me? He's gorgeous. He has sandy blonde hair with some brown highlights. His face is just... pure perfection. Then I realised something that made me frown. Something that made memories of him come back. His eyes were a shade of forest green. Forest freaking green. Ashton. Oh god. I'm not even kidding, I am going to cry.